Poetry

I’ve been staying up again
I tell myself I’ll sleep but then
I check my phone

All my friends are doing the same
Since we all moved from home
They told us this would be better 
But better isn’t the same anymore

Scrolling through the internet 
Reminiscing days of old
The lockdown doesn’t seem so bad
When meaninglessness wasn’t so forced

What is the meaning of it all?
Are we meant to be something more
Than products for corporations
Who already have it all? 

What is up with climate change? 
Haven’t heard from her in a while;
I remember it being a bigger deal 
Back when we were juvenile 

Is this growing old?
Are we really in control?
Having freedom & independence 
Feels an awful lot more cold;
What if all I dream ever
Will always feel like wet toast?
Are EVs really any better
When energy comes from coal?
Do I have to throw my favourite sweatshirt 
Just because it has a hole?
 
I don’t wanna think about this at all
So I pull out my phone 
And scroll

I don’t wanna think about this sober, alone
But alcohol is expensive 
So I pull out my phone 
And scroll

I’ve been staying up again
I tell myself I’ll sleep but then
I check my phone

Scrolling through cats & brainrot 
Sad reels & Logan Paul
I told myself I’d sleep at 10 
But here we are once more

Spamming stories for entropy 
It’s the only part where I have control 
Everything’s so different 
And I feel my face grow old