We scroll through lives we'll never live, double-tap the things we cannot give ourselves the watches, cars, the curated glow
of influencers selling wants as needs we know are hollow.
Still we chase the dopamine hit, the package at the door, the perfect fit that never fits.
We trade our hours for dollars, dollars into towers
of things that own us back.
The billionaires launch rockets while the earth repairs itself without us, if it can. We've turned every sunset into content, earned
our worth in metrics, likes, and shares.
The algorithm knows our prayers: More. More. More.that ancient song we've sung since Eden, still going strong.
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