Why are modern lights so  hard to please?

In my head were lists of  food annd drink
Written with a pen in bright green ink
I shut my eyes and visualised the look
I posted  it inside my own new book,

On my bicycle it was a risk
To shut my eyes and drink tea from a flask
I had to let my body  keep me sane
Otherwise there’s no-one we can blame

Crossing the A10  on that old bike~
A siren, the police were running late
I froze right in the middle of the road
There are no photographs I can upload

So now I have another life , you see.
As my self was  buried  by the tree
The flashing neon light ,the noise  that screamed
Why are modern lights so  hard to  please?

I like to be alone and read my books
But I shall ride a bike on Sunday week
I’ll meet my neighbour going round the bend
After I have pressed where it says SEND

We shall  take some tea  and cakes and rugs
Lying idly  as the people shrug
Wool is the  best medicine I find
In a little nook inside my mind