Ripped abs on beach sands, while she holds his hands.

Just double tap and swipe up like always.

More smiles and fine-dining in foreign lands.

If only this was how I spent my days.

Meanwhile, my phone lights up my dark room.

My body sinks deeper into my bed.

It’s my duty to observe and consume

’Til the clock hits twelve and my eyes turn red.

If they can be happy, then why can’t I?

Should I buy fancy clothes and a new car?

Or, be pictured in the dunes of Dubai?

No matter what, happiness still feels far.

Maybe, I should look for answers elsewhere,

Where life’s not within an Instagram square.

Was it were to be

In were it of all to see

Alas a lone stone

For sight to be free

Was it we’re all a thingy

A frag of the bone

Now see it to be

It shone through it and was he

With all the fly drone

Be free and go see

All we were was was deadly

A last bemoaned groan 

Twilight will it to go in time and space

We were all that was in this crime and place