Scroll down and down
and keep going.
Be water, be fluid,
retain nothing.
Lack of memory, lost motivation,
ancillary rewards,
perquisites of a virtual life
contiguous to an analog past.
Your incarcerated mind,
in a vicious cycle of
a spike called dopamine.
No human gumption will
suffice for you to leave.
Gratification faster than
an instant coffee,
and of the same quality.
Aggrandized experience
through memes, lights,
soft porn, fights,
self-appointed debonair influencer,
ready to suck your glare,
trade with your attention.
In the end, the deepest
emptiness and a sense of
shame. Two hours left
behind, gone, again.
Ditigal Weakness
by Intente's Pupil