Within a screen, your mind is caught in thrall,
Lost in a world of endless scrolling feeds,
You seek that momentary high, the pall
Of boredom lifted, but it just recedes.
Your time is lost, and yet you cannot leave
The endless cycle of these digital lands,
The irony of your desire to achieve
A sense of calm, amidst these flashing strands.
For what you seek, is found in truth and time,
In books and friends and nature's calming rhyme.
©jamielong
J