Glaring, blindingly bright fantasies pop up on screens,
Wasting away in a realm better than reality...
Blaring, resoundingly raucous fictions so new and unseen,
Decaying away in a cozy cage made by me...

The truth is bound in layers of hate,
And hopelessness is all that awaits...
Shouldn't my borrowed life be something I dictate?

The droning static hums in my brain,
Distract, transfix, destroy my negligent remains.

Plagued by problems insignificantly catastrophic,
I live in a lie, where my sweetest dreams replay.
In pixelated panoramas of a pretty trick,
I do nothing, all day, every day...!

Binging off of processed regrets of mine,
The fizzy buzz of grubby guilt fills with froth...
"You're just acting lazy, you're totally fine!"
Achievement Earned: Useless Sloth!

To be ignorantly unaware, aren't I fortunate?
Tuning into the tangible diversion of failed fate...
Am I supposed to wake up, or is it too late?

The dazzle of analogue escapism binds me in chains,
Hypnotize, manipulate, halt the falsehood I attain.

Plagued by problems insignificantly catastrophic,
I live in a lie, where my sweetest dreams replay.
In pixelated panoramas of a pretty trick,
I do nothing, all day, every day...!

(Was this poem inspired by a 5 Star ad, of all things?
Yes.
Yes, it was.
And I don't regret it.)
© Alter Ego