Penned down

Wrote this is 2005, and it lay in the archive. Right time to post this ode. Dare you question angels! They exist without doubt. Not one but a pair, Everyday, they help us out. We have become so oblivious And take them for granted. Seamlessly they have merged In our lives; leaving us enchanted. Cant think of one? Look down hard - and you shall see, Helping angels, beneath thy fingers, Called control-c and control-v

An extra hard-worker - I have in my mind. To  overthink the situation What joy do you find? you love, you hate Just calm you can't be. You hold every argument You fight against me I am never truly alone, with This voice inside my head It has made me smile and frown With things it has said I love you, and hate you I wish you remain quiet Yet I know you are waiting To stir up another riot.