Lots of scrolling
Constant clicking
In search of feeling
It’s all so fleeting
Netflix, instagram
All the things we
have at hand
We’re drowning in quick sand
The typing, the comments
No one knows what you meant
Nobody likes to think
Or reread what they sent
Offensive, offended
What’s the next thing
To make them defensive
Things often left open ended
Let’s be the change
Not the kind that you pocket
Take your shit
Put it in a room and lock it