Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.
Fixated on the latest trend.
Compounding sadness thrives again.
What is this time that we are living?
No answer other than unforgiving.
Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.
Twisted by endless supply.
Hide behind yet another lie.
For its all persona without fact.
Can we ever move away from that?
Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.
End of a dream.
Obsessive supreme.
Wired to the output.
Fractitious but not shook.
Locked on a hashtag.
Thinking its so rad.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 