The flip of a coin the confirmation needed
by me to believe in my choice.
50-50 and ill take that.
Live by that-
My psyche like yours confused as hell by the rules this
world produced through the build up of opinion shot out
into bruises by the vessel of- us.

So a flip of a coin is enough confirmation but
the words of a friend make no difference,
the opinion not taken the validation of likes and comments
enough
to make you feel good in a second endorphins.

The flip of a coin enough. but the pain in the comment made. Worth,
1000

These technical uprooted events. Enough!

Find a friend and listen-

Listen to what they say

The headlights blaze,
a horn honks,
I look at the traffic light, I wait,
at a signal, in a traffic jam,
stuck.
Soldiers storm a university,
in a book a dog dies,
a girl fights tumors in her *******,
the world turns,
and in a traffic jam, I remain
stuck.
Later in the night,
in my bed, I lie scrolling
Instagram stories follow one another,
a quick progression:
outrage on an atrocity turns and
becomes 40% Sale on a fashion brand, turns and
becomes the best biryani in town, turns and
becomes a friend at a pub, turns and
becomes my office desk, turns and
becomes an empty page, turns and
becomes a traffic jam, turns and
does not become anything, and I remain
stuck.

We’re saying so much but meaning so little,
Phone screens and egos so fragile and brittle.

Apparently, the Nazis are ‘defending free speech’
And the crowds yell, scream: Impeach Him, Impeach!

Facebook cures all ills,
Philosopher's use characters not quills.

You don’t need pen to paper for us to know that you hate her,
No voice pitch needed to call her a *****.

How many words does it take to ruin a life?
Trump once did it in eight,
While Boris perpetuated hate,
Witch Hunt! Fake news! Trouble and strife.

Do I like this or just agree?
This perfect world prepared for all to see.

A world ripped apart by quarrelling leaders of ‘great’ nations.
Are we destroyed by too much or too little communication?

We're not living.
We're all just dying a minute a time.

With every lavish dinner that we buy,
We're not trying to savour it.
Instead we build our Instagram profiles
one post at a time.

If I asked you right now,
What would you do if you were the last person alive on Earth?
You'd have no concrete answer to that.

Because once you'd get past that string of thoughts
where you want to ride the coolest cars,
or live in the craziest places
or try some deadly yet expendable weapons by yourself,
you'll be left blank.
Because nobody would be there to watch all your triumphs anymore.

That would be the moment when you'll realize
How less you've lived and how much you missed.

Tell me something
Sadly you can’t even tell me nothing
I rather ignore you vs. focus on you.
My blessings are never a imitation
Your image is imagination & not creation.
This is how it is, can you feel the vibration?
Dodging all the bullets, reaping what you sow
Building up a wall, running as you go
Sleeping in the mind, where nobody can find you
where did you go?
Image in the mirror, marbles on the floors
Peeking out the window, searching for a hero
Looking like a fool
Glory God goals
Cause Lord only knows
That I’ve been going hammer, someone check my grammar
She freaking through the cameras, phone in her left hand as she wearing sandals.
She hate working Monday's, someone please change this channel
She hanging with some snakes, can’t control who’s fake
Stays on the phone, but in public, can’t even conversate.
Never compromise, not enough faith
***, money, stress, can you meditate?

These are the times, to level up & shine
Never to rewind
Help's on the way, friend's on the way, parent's on the way
Baby girl, I got winners on the way!
You’re somebody, can’t you even tell?
You’re somebody, don’t you fall or you'll end up in hell!

You ain’t sick enough to put it on yourself
Go get your image it’s hanging on the shelf
Tell me when destruction is gonna go away
Tomorrow never promised, but we live today!
Peace to the world, King/Queen just rotate!
Loyalty, royalty, joyfully, our DNA...

If I call, will you decline it?
If I text, will you read it?
If I love you, will you ignore it?

U disappeared off the face of the earth, and I’m going to be sick.
All because I’ve banished u,
But still I feel so sick.

Delete and then block,
Delete and then block,
& delete and then block.
The same cycle for all my social media accounts…
Except for about 3.

I left those open incase you want to come back.
Add and then friend,
Add and then friend,
& add and then friend.

That was a mistake.

Yes, I saw the new new.
That girl smiling brightly.
That girl taunting me,
“Na Nana boo boo, you can’t have him!”

Well.
That’s when I started to feel sick.

Well,
That’s when I texted u.

Well,
That’s when I broke all self control and discipline.

And well,
Here we are.

I’m sick of calling,
Sick of texting,
Sick of feeling,
And I’m sick of you.
#Sick

Quick,
take a pic
or maybe, 26!

Show my smile.
Stay still for a mile.

A picture's worth
a thousand words
but,
I don't have
a clever caption.

I disassociate to my "friends" lives scrolling by,
I don't need any spliff or fungus to reach
Peak apathetic  non self congruence.
Watching years pass by in seconds
Is all the psychedelic room temperature
Mental priming for my primate mental
That I could ever hope for

Before being snapped back out
By the cubed carrot reward of
Internet interaction
Which keeps me salivating and searching
For ways to increase the amount of time
I don't have to associate with that guy inhabiting my body
For a while I can see my problems as goners
Being slowly erased from my mind like a magnet over a hard drive

Until a kindly panic attack reminds my of
My lack of lack of control
And the selfless self centered guilt keeps me
Wishing I were working instead of living
Who could be so audacious
As to propose a life out side