The Sea of E-mails

        

I'm sure the invitation was in, Cause it said, "Oh! Where to begin?

You've been off track of late! Are you prudent enough to know the date?

'Thee act liketh a seafaring lionheart, but thou art as afeard as Gilderoy Lockhart.'

Land awaits with horses and a carriage; you need not even pay a fee: no tallage.

Go north, coursing against winds and rocks, you'll be rewarded with gemstones and cloaks.

Go south, opportunity awaits, it could be far more than a meet and greet; earn the admiral's grand

suite.

Go east, or go west: perhaps there is some use to this Hunt And Find fest.

But you tarry in the sea, your conundrum echoing like a friend's plea..."

But I knew what all this is, if not a metaphorical exaggeration!

A child's imagination, to avoid the inescapable bland and monotonous repetition;

Of newsletters and promotions: the muffled commotion.

Templates, surveys and eBook subscriptions making a timeline taller than pyramids Egyptian.

The dilemma of clicking open a new message in my email,

And having a full inbox of offers and the latest sale.

Ostensibly my frenemy, it's frequently used as a data entity.

Anyone could have a front-row seat to my indecisive work etiquette,

Just open my g-mail - you see? I'm not the best to navigate that app in my gadget.