You’re enticing, disquieting,
addictive, restrictive.
When I’m bending, you’re looking
When scrolling, you’re cooking
up ways to interrupt my time --
algorithmically churning and learning
what you think I want to know.
But instead, you show my worst
fears. Mess with my peace.
Suck me into anger and divide.
I want to be creating, learning,
discerning, churning out words,
and love -- moving and stretching
the boundaries of sound and light.
Too many fall into this trap
of scrolling -- lose their light
to find the easter egg of time
that wasn’t worth a shilling.
Let’s rise above and
be productive. Find
ways to unite. I see a twinge
of me in you and
if you try, you’ll
likely see a hint of yourself
in the twinkle of my eye or
by chip I’m trying to brush
off my shoulder.
Substack notes, while still a bit distracting, have been an improvement thus far.