in this age of technological idolization
what are we becoming
mobile phones, the new gods
a monster in the mirror screen, scrolling addict
few things solid as the wifi alter, in this digital realm
siphon of our focus, scrambling for the hits
town square of social media, echo chambers
products of the marketing think tank machine, we've become
in gleeful secret, we plot and scheme for winning likes and dopamine
ego games, illusions projected in which the G.O.A.T., we become
allured by these metal things, we bend the knee to technology
from morning to night, we place our soul on auction to strangers
what if, if only, we practiced the wise secrecy of Satoshi, hidden from sight
having lusted foolishly for all the wrong things down silicon highways, angry & empty we are left
but yet...
transmuting the fire, filling the void within wisdom...
the journeys shall not be wasted
in course corrected, all is put right
back to source, it all goes
