Bored
We live in a generation of constant changin, we're all getting bored and we shout, "I want more, more, more." With the tweets, the beeps, the "oh my god her selfie game is weak!" We forget what it's like to sit down at night and not be enslaved to the constant upload happening in our brain. We don't fight it though, our constant light show. We complaign and complaign saying "I need something new, this is lame." So bored we're forsure there has to be something better in store, but maybe next time we can all sit down at night, turn off the light, and realize right here and right now is perfectly alright.
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