Turn on,  Tune in, Drop out.

But the new addiction is science fiction

Artificial worlds  and existenses created

To make mankind forget their reality

Living a fallacy

Online identities not a reflection but a

Perception, smoke and mirrors

Whats behind those big words, pull

The curtain back, standing solitare

In ideology, or just being one of the herd.

Alone, literal terms, full of friends not

Of physical concerns, one or two dimensional beings

Representing torment and resentment

Lemmings clawing for likes and acknowledgement

That what they are dictating is right. Agree with

glee,,disagree at your own peril

Social structure now set up to facilitate

Machines to operate, and  NO REAL PHYSICAL CONTACT

Plastic replaces flesh, hard drive pumping

Blood through fiber optic veins to survive.

Worshipping at the feet of the almighty mother board

Every area covered, friendship, dating, sex

All at the convenient flex of a lenient  finger.

Tick, tick, tick, CLICK……. BOOM!!!!!

A continuous no stop scroll, while simoltaniously

In the process of sacrificing our souls

To be replaced by hollow shells of ourselves.

Living an exsistence where persistant

Technology has control of our time,

Wasted online.

Jus to find biased information that suits

Your personal preference or vocation, no

Room for criticism, negate honest debate….

Is it too late?

To disassociate with technological chains

Around all our brains…. But how can we refrain??

You don’t want to be alone do you??? Off the

Grid is archaic and stupid!!!??

Next Chapter: If Nobody Killed Freddie Gray, how did he die?