The Balance of Narcissus

In glowing screens, we seek our daily dose,  
A flash, a smile, a mask the world approves.  
We craft our lives with angles, perfect pose,  
Yet something deep within this show disapproves.

The lens, a lover that demands our time,  
We swipe, we scroll, our hours slip away.  
Each like, each heart, a fleeting, hollow rhyme,  
The echoes fade, but we remain the prey.

But in the shadows, balance whispers soft,  
A call to live beyond the mirrored sheen.  
To find ourselves where filters can't be tossed,  
In moments real, not on a glowing screen.

Let go the urge to capture every breath,  
For life is best without the lens of death.