Our Screen
We are living life through a screen
Driven by human solace lying among the pixels
Images retrieved from the vast wasteland
Memories woven into materialistic threads
Ambivalent parasites have attached once more.
Seeping masses of minds have deteriorated,
In pieces, like brain cells,
Scattered across a lifetime, yet to be found.
Only with hope appearing on the horizon
Emerges a chance for humankind to mend her ways.
Whether the material world has won,
Or the precedent world has faded,
Reminiscent of what was, is dominated by our screen.
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