The light of the attention rectangle melts the candle of my mind,
Not a choice anymore, just a routine to take a look at it; makes me blind.
No matter how badly I crave it, I can't seem to open the blinds,
The last crumbs of my sanity - I hear them grind.

A place to run away from reality, "connect with the loved ones digitally",
Special cords are drifting away now, seems pretty contradictory.
The purpose of earth is to connect, at least I thought so,
When did it all get this performative and vicarious? Such a fiasco.