Two freedoms

As I sit at home
I am presented with
An infinite sparkling sea 
Of choices at my fingertips

Such new delights offered
To arrive at my demand
And take me through from
Day to night and back again

But I would give anything to sit
And lean back in the creaking chairs
Of the same old bar
To drink the same old beer

With the same old friends
And new ones also
While we talk about our todays
And dream up our tomorrows