We live in this age of constant content.
Where, happiness hangs on likes & comments.
Thunder doesn’t help us notice the rain.
It only signifies a WiFi strain.
Night’s dark doesn’t lead us to look for stars.
Doom scroll & gaming, our midnight mars.
Dawn’s brightening does not draw us to nature.
“Weekend Binge”: hypnotic nomenclature.
Constant content is not experience.
So, we’re trapped in states of esurience.
It provides nothing but dopamine hits.
Reject distraction from all life’s best bits.

