The Hive

 
 In a forest of cement and tar   
 neither fireflies nor stars   
 but a flickering cell screen  
 lights my path  
 no footsteps heard  
 only fingertips fidget  
 while the mind, the mind churns..   
 but wait, hold that thought  
 4G or any-G can't keep up really 
 why? you ask 
 well, because.. 
 the path, the forest' s a web   
 an unnecessary complex maze   
 made up of brittle threads   
 a setup, sort of a trap..   
 but the mind, the mind's a hive   
 an organized buzzing home   
 made up of moldable honey  
 a setup, more of a map..  
 though a spider may trap a bee  
 the web has got nothing over a hive!  

P.S. 

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