Learning Environment

Who's to say what's for my own good?
Certainly not you.
My actions are my own, confined to a screen that flickers and flits.
I suffer not from the faces and spaces and ramblings and wit.
The information computes
Recognized by the reality of the 90's.
And only in rare circumstances do I sink that low
For perfection is an everyday occurence for me.
If they are led to distraction, it is only because they peek around corners and hide behind doors.
If they kept that which is meant to take in air between the covers
And those that are meant to read between the lines
Then just maybe they could keep up.
Yet I am punished.
My freedom to search is eliminated
Given up for the good of many--
For those who are either too foolish or unwilling to take charge of themselves.
No matter.
My loss is also my gain
For my frustration furthers me to greater heights
And I shall surpass them all.
My own good? I think not.
But I shall make it so.