Blown

Mind blown, like a shotgun blast
Exploding a hole through your dome
The world becomes a a whole different place
Somehow this world's no longer your home
Who can say what alien race has come to roost
Humanity shifted the life you were used to
What's left is nothing,
but you must adjust,
become new

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.