You're so immersed,
That its grip is subtle yet a curse.
Are you hyper? Are you depressed?
Are you aggressive or are you obsessed?
It's ironic we're connected,
Yet so affected.
What's now viral?
Downward spirals, this generation's vitals.
It spins your mind like alcohol would,
Robbing you of time.
But that's just fine,
It's your life and you're good.
I find that pretty hard to believe
When all you want to do is sleep.
By now, you should have energy.
Or is there something I don't see?
Future's fueled by a digital fantasy
Of gaming, passion, artistry and relatable memes
That unites us, divides us if we lose our sanity
So please moderate, before you go insane.
I fear for the circuitry of intellect
Welded to the internet.
These are the veins
Of addicted silhouettes with no names.
And should ever a real human being
Reach out to their souls,
Their shadow's seething.
Consuming sweet love whole.
Like a cult, nothing's less sublime.
Followers willing to die