Online, initialize automatic type in “Facebook.com” habit;
So I’m gonna drivel some crap into your lap;
Who could have predicted! – I’m addicted! – to the rap of societies fallacy;
telling me what to be.
All I see is I – claiming I must be another peon easily preyed on;
Every time I log on, hours are sucked away and so far
I’ve seen the “worst prom” and “wedding photos”,
Rock stars and celebrities, once the life of many parties – burned out druggies.
Today… I hate to say it – I relate –
but in-spite of the rat race, I’m making an effort to break pace.
I’m spinning off my hamster wheel;
expressing how I feel;
as deep and real as I see it,
An effort to stand out as a little more original,
but I’m quickly becoming cynical,
and tyrannical too! No matter what I do, when I sign on to escape;
My gestures are either too soon or too late!
Tempering a reality of individualistic idiocies of myself
ground up, then filtered through main stream media;
The strong arm of conformity churning the grinder,
Signing into the socials that slowly tear on my soul;
it’s up for debate; I feel a little more fake, a little less whole,
especially for the times I chose to be blind and spread hate!
Burning network to network – another person!
Another machine of the mind! Convincing us it has what we wish to find!
Just another gate,
Keypads and pixels,
dispel the spell,
we’re just stealing time and tampering with fate!