Scrolling through all the digital places
Seeing distorted, filtered, familiar faces
Scan through an article or two
And so sets in the impending doom
Hungry artists tallying streams
Empty smiles clogging the feed
Another caption reading, “Living the Dream”
But in this virtual reality
Nothing is ever as it seems
Do it for the gram, anything for views
A soapbox made of sand
To share diluted truths
And we keep scrolling, reading, watching
Enslaved to screen time, with no sign of it stopping
By Justina Clear | Find her on Instagram and elsewhere on the interwebs.
