The people were toilingOver their laptopsFinding phonesTo fall in love withOver flower pickingIn the land of electricityAnd all the whileThe earth was crackingBeneath themLips firmly pressed togetherAs it was difficult to unleashWords that were so-calledHard to find out loudEven so the right ones textingOpinions everywhereLike street signsMine crawling out to catch the sunPerhaps the strongest linesParagraphs graveling to glistenThey wouldn’t want to be foundBroken or incapable ofUnspoken chirpsNor would ILike to be discoveredPushing up daisiesBefore I surely sorted outThe meaning…