Lost on social media. Waiting on for the right one to speak up. Time gets trapped in the doings. Night after night listening to everyone's conditionings of luv. Bored n willing to partake. Feeling somewhere foreign in life. Always watching for a hint of interest in words. Damn near validated within the mind. Feeling a sense of comfort but it's a lie. The singlish vortex sounds about. Defying relations defining reason of why not to mingle. Fitting in with the broken ones so humor can be spout. The irony is unreal. The front is not to be mistaken. There's lil hope in dry into anyone true purpose. As emotions are complicated being forsaken. It's all set on a repeated timeline that never ends. A cycle of wirelessness that becomes a norm. Losing sight of a reality that once was. Sights locked into a screen is the individual reborn. Enslaved to a different type of living. Thinking a friends list some sorta fame. Having access to whomever at the touch of a thumb. Knowing self just wants some other form of escape. It's a false presence of people being whoever they wish to be. Able to block out the drifters n unwanted conflictions. As confidence is a post settling the nerve as if it's real adulting. It's a resurrection of worth like someone actually gives a fuck under the conditions. Everyone resembles one another even though they think they're unique. Without it there's an emptiness that lingers on. The attention once can get is a hype that lasts for a few moments of each day. N then it's on to the next meme waiting without vocal chords. Creating a purpose to cover up what no one wants some other to know. That deep down weed give it up for that one person to say our name. But the honesty in that is far n in between. So why not keep goin along with the emptiness of the game?
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