The Storm and the Choice

A boy, just thirteen, on a lazy day,
Eyes on the screen, in games, he’d play.
Unseen, a storm of ideas and trends,
Raining down, from sky to ends.

Ads and messages, bright and loud,
Invisible yet, they form a cloud.
He watched, he gamed, unaware,
Of the storm’s power, sneaking there.

But then a spark, a sudden thought,
He saw the patterns, battles fought.
A world of choices, now in sight,
He could choose, wrong or right.

At a table, ideas laid bare,
He sifted through, with thoughtful care.
No longer passive, in control,
He picked the pieces that made him whole.

A lesson learned, a truth so clear,
In a noisy world, be your own seer.
Choose the ideas, let the rest go,
Be the hero, in your story’s flow.