So I was looking at my screen as these words kept popping up
Social, friends, connect and keep in touch
Then right after that it was bombs, racism and how to fight sexism
Then someone got killed and right after that a sex scandal
Stories from how money moves from bank to bank
And how we should render the pages of history blank
Well not all of them but some of them
And I get to see this every single day, as if screen is stuck on replay
Now keep in mind that reality is defined by whatever you consume
Food is not the only thing that goes in to your body
This screen of mine is substance, my nutrients, pieces of my puzzle
Luckily I understand that I define the curves of each piece
And more importantly the final result, that image that I look through to see the world, to see myself, and what allows me to understand it
So forgive, me I’m very picky with what I allow on this screen
It has to be mentally stimulating or relate to one of my dreams
I have no time for irrelevant dribble,
The news is 70% nonsense and 30% opinion,
So you can’t blame me if I stay away from it, to form my own opinion
Sitting behind my screen looking at the latest worst thing to ever happen to the world, I can feel it influence the writers within me and their upcoming words
And I can’t have that
Im not up to date with whats going on in the world at all times
Im not that interested in what the latest hot rapper put in his rhymes
Im not fascinated by the lives of people Ive never met
And Im not interested in gadgets that I will never get
Im truly sorry, perhaps Im just too old for all that silly shit
Perhaps Im self-absorbed, or its because I cant control any of it
Either way, Im sitting behind my screen letting words pass me by
Letting empty stories fill every pixel they can get a hold of
Misinformation is the keyword for a generation lost in itself
And clicks have now become equal to social wealth
