Information overload

Has got you off

in your little world,

deep into that hole

out of reach

of your overlord,

or so you believe,

and then the screen glows

bright blue

and you do

what you are supposed to –

scroll

and scroll

your soul away;

a friendlier fix

than cocaine.

Dopamine

Is your new queen,

And your sun starved skin

Turning seasick green,

Is the closest to the outside world

That lately you have seen!

Why are you so scared of being bored?

Why are you so scared of being bored

And alone?