A slave to screens, truly means surrender of the mind,
To algorithms, substitutes, a logic of their kind.
In place of thoughts, insights, dreams and deductions.
We barter all our lives and joys to the screens’ sweet seductions.
Thus, bit by bit, connections and relationships unplug,
The brain rewired, cedes its mighty power with a shrug.
I think what others think, read just like-minded words,
And ne’er permit a different view, except those of the herds.
I’m told that truths, like clothing, go in and out of style,
What once was true and just is now untrue, for quite a while.
We have forgotten how to think, to judge, to scrutinize.
We mimic what is trending now, and then we memorize
What others say, what others think. what’s current on the site,
We blend and keep the common pace, with all our might.
Why not attempt to take a chance, to exit from the pack,
To test, to try, to seek, to find, while never looking back.
Thus, when I pass away from here, and others view my choices,
I hope they’ll judge me kindly, though I often spurned the voices
Of the common cause, the general trend, the popular perceptions,
And thought, instead, to keep my head, and follow my predilections.
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