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Surrounded by dreams and constant progress

People dreamed of long-awaited happiness,

From the lack of meetings, communication, only stress,

And this world moved inexorably on.

And soon telephones appeared in the world,

Connecting all people day and night,

And continuous conversations were breaking the wires,

Releasing all emotions and passion to freedom.

But happiness was lost somewhere in the wilds,

And again people quarreled and swore,

And the phone did not save from troubles, as it turned out,

And souls faded and ached, no matter how hard they tried.

And soon mobile phones came to our house,

Breaking wires and all boundaries

But it was hard and difficult to get through,

Souls languished again like in a dungeon.

Mobility and accessibility did not give happiness,

And only with calls they controlled communication,

And souls were filled with narrow-mindedness, stupidity,

This hobby acquired a different character.

In the stream of numbers and the earthly Internet,

When you find out the information right away,

Availability has acquired the reverse coin,

The soul is so aching and bursting into screaming.

And people realized that progress won’t change anything,

They stray again in languid anticipation of the light,

They do not understand it hard, why does it hurt?

And there is no happiness on the progressive internet.