In every move guessing what people think,
"am I doing it right in one's favor?"
afraid to let people's fondness to shrink,
so, I tried to leave a taste of savor;
Assaying to please everyone's desire,
hoping that people will leave the like sign,
saying, "I must delight their love entire"
willingly giving up the joy of mine;
The wave of like button is what to aim,
as if life depends on that piece of blue.
I spent my life playing this lousy game,
until I learned not to look on who's who;
There's a waving like button within thee,
the fondness that longing to hit and see.
© rabbi