Staring aimlessly into the portal of the world.
A hand held genie, or maybe a monkeys claw.
It hypnotizes me by predicting the next thing I'd be into or want to listen to.
Can I live without it once it permitted my brain?
It infects me until having nothing in my hand drives me insane.
It destroys all need for other companions, even though I'm by myself I know I'm always being watched.
The pseudonyms of my "friends" and "family" dance around in my box.
My attention spans already bad so I stay away from tic tok.
Life looks better in the void.
Real life and struggle I long to avoid.
It's easy to justify my over indulgence but when night comes out I can't stand to do lights out.
It's so convenient everything I want at the top of my hand, I have the answer for everything but I'm still pretty dumb, because I lay in one spot until my body goes numb.
I don't know what thoughts and ideas are mine, do they come from me or are they someone else's spit shined.
I get pissed off listening to people whine then act divine because I only checked Facebook one time.
I'm just another sap chasing the wind aiming to something that if I want it I've got to pretend.
Who am I really, am I the schools that shoved their portioned information in my mind or the anti.
Do I really have free will when my feelings spill and I'm forced back into time out?
Living in my pod is too comfortable, I crave more while wanting to remain unmoved, in my dreams all my insecurities manifest I'm possessed by thoughts that I thought I should exclude who am I.
If everything I try to do is really stroking my ego until it climax's and I'm left discharged and my drive retracts then who am I really.