Lost in the Feed

Lost in the feed
Absorbed by the infinite depth of these
Rectilinear screens
Thumb scrolls and eyes scan the scenes
Loading and reloading with always new portals to see
Enraptured by stories, reels, and IGTVs
Millions of people presenting
Masking inner grief
I know because I too have been an attention thief
Pouring over how this next post could make you show your teeth
Hopefully resulting in a greater following
One, two, or if I'm lucky, three

We have subscribed to this game that keeps our eyes locked steady
Ever present sponsored content in the chamber
lock loaded and ready
To capitalize on our attentive minds
On our imaginings
These things that have come to be such hot financial commodities
Sought after with heavy fervent hungry visceral and passionate greed
Every moment spent with that advertisement
Brings prosperity to those sitting pretty in the exclusive club
Of the top one percent

Now could you imagine
Could it possibly be that
We have been undervaluing our own personalities
Through being constantly chained consumed with these
Never ending
Always fresh
Potent pungent with interest feeds
Designed to keep us
Scrolling,
And scrolling
And scrolling
And scrolling
And scrolling
And scrolling
And scrolling
And scrolling
And scrolling
Until we finally need to surface to breathe
Just long long enough to get
Lost back inside of the feed

I am left to ponder and muse
The wondrous things this would would see
If we would all just collectively just put down these screens
And explored with great depth our vast infinite inner beings
Imagine with me the loves that we would develop
What passions we could fertilize and bloom
If instead we'd reinvest our time to inhale the sweet perfumes
Of intense creative focus
In order to leave behind
Beautiful totems
In our wake