Tuned in, Turned off

Everywhere I look, I see

People just as lost as me,

Tuned in to TV, tuned into phones 

Strangers to the loved in their own homes.

What are we looking at, 

What do we see?

People more important than we?

Tuned in, turned off,

Nothing good enough (ever),

Nothing that holds attention

Desires, wants, NEEDS - too many to mention!

I can't keep track (of my spending, the next big thing)

I can't decide - too many things - keep me fired up,

to the possibility of what I might have if I change:

Change contract, 

Change my style, 

Change my face,

Change my partner

Sooooo much choice but it's just an illusion,

A digital revolution (we are hooked) - 

That is dirty, disgusting but has me lusting;

after that dress, that face, that job - 

a race - a race to win (what?) 

but I can't stop 

Flippin through channels, media (whatever) 

Too bored 

Tuned in, Turned off.