500 status viewers, what a sight
But do they bring any real delight?
A number so big, yet it seems so small
As it fails to impact us at all
We strive for more, we seek the truth
But in this race, what's the proof?
A never-ending cycle, so surreal
Of counting numbers, that we feel
So what is the hype about these views?
Is it just a number we have to prove?
Or is there something deeper inside?
A feeling that we can no longer hide
Perhaps it's a measure of our worth
A symbol of popularity, a sign of our girth
But do these numbers truly define us?
Or are we just playing a never-ending fuss
So let us not be lost in this chase
Of numbers that bring us no grace
For in the end, it's our hearts and minds
That will leave a lasting impact behind.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
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