Eyes are currency.
One's mouth salivates,
as one thinks of being validated.
This grip attention has on this,
identity starved nation,
is shameless.
For,
time will not effect one's mind.
These minds seek only to multiple,
attention's simplistic drive.
To exist fully tethered,
to attention's design.
As one seeks to be,
they seek a screen.
Seek a form of talent,
to present to us human beings.
Seeking the false view of passion,
as they simply seek to be seen.
One wonders,
is talent an actual thing?
For,
one notices,
talent to most,
is what's worth marketing.
What has value,
and more importantly,
what can help sell advertising.
Are these minds so simple,
to not understand these eyes?
To not comprehend,
why?
To not see,
it is not them,
but the dollar that thrives.
To not see,
the currency,
right in front of their eyes.
©lamarcus12
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