I want to find the middle again
the mundane the stable
from this life that enables
all the “freedom” finance can bind you
to the “luxuries” that can blind you to
a wasted youth and selfie nation
of future payback from spending inclination
a time of now, immediate, of want
living like a pauper
but advertising yourself like a fucking debutant
a taunt online of everything’s fine
but numbing yourself with what’s fashionable
and ruin a beautiful mind.
Bring me back to the centre
where all that I enter
onto Facebook is normality
rather than this “look at me” insanity
where we talked about a plan
not splashed it all over Instagram
where the future was a dream
and things were as it seemed.
Take down your update
release yourself of pictures of everything you ate
the restaurant critic
who doesn’t know dick
but likes to ignore realities with filtered boomeranged banalities.
But what’s in a like?
are you afraid that when you die
there’ll be no record of you
no friends list or event group
is all you are just a series of blog blurts and hashtags?
of saying on screen opinions
without the face to face truth gags?
You scared that without binary
you’ll be a nothing
a never was,
rather than a something?
So I dunno
I’ll throw stones from this glass house
I don’t own
maybe I’m forgiving
this life everyone’s living
the pleasure principles the fake
the published fun and mistakes
to be part of this planet
this earth worn this granite
and maybe I’ll tell you just what it is I need
nah, won’t have to you’ll see it posted on my Twitter feed.