Foreboding Ether - Yabo

It’s getting harder all the time to resign trawling news online and just live life Why abstain? When any mundane moment is a page away from dissipating Sitting with our thoughts to explore What we’re working for rarely anymore drawn to watch people than perform Way too entertained thinking grey too much of the same Under nourishing habits are maintained When the body finds abundance the production of that drug is stunted Maybe ideas are the same and we stifle thought never getting bored A smorgasbord of mortals we’ve adored Tailored feeds are slot machines promising shots of dopamine Straight in to the vein just enough to keep you keen When the trickles Intermittent studies confirm people keep returning Acts of hate like bait to our innate traits drawn into debate Why do I participate? Vying for our eyes is an enterprise The wandering mind ever notified Enticed to devices by design Habit normalised Slaves to data when in a In a state of malaise These are our last years outside of grand augmented landscapes Necks untethered from posture wrecking pocket screens Beckoning an age of holographic Networking What could go wrong? Eye devices storing your memories would be handy to find lost keys but I dread the day I capture a tragedy When there’s someone to blame replaying frame by frame Facial recognition will look for clues sending data to the user about our mood Reading subtle vibes to provide replies Torn between suggestions and speaking your mind Any shady thing you do can and will be used against you Will more proof conserve context? Which people twist to suit agendas every day in the news Is it more rope To hang ourselves with?