Children nowadays,
So lazy, they say.
Call depression a phase,
While we blindly obey.
Pixels and screens,
Stuffed into our faces.
Keyboards and machines
Fill up all our spaces.
Yet somehow, we’re still lazy,
For we can’t get out of bed,
Wondering why we go crazy,
When it’s really just our head.
We grew up in a world,
Trapped in our homes,
Surrounded by comments,
And posts were our biomes.
Are we really that lazy?
Are we really what we’re called?
Or was it the world we felt trapped in,
And every app we’ve installed?
Maybe they were right,
It was the damn phones
That we were handed at ten,
And every scroll in our bones.
It was the damn phones,
All the dopamine held inside.
You thought we really enjoyed?
No, honey, it’s when the feelings coincide.
All lives in unison,
Seven hours for each teen,
Every standard illusion
Held by a six-inch screen.
Are we still so lazy?
Do you still stand in your line,
Where it’s all our generation,
And all the technology drilled in our spine?