Can’t shut my eyes
Can’t miss a sound
Even if it’s lies
I want to hear it—I found
I catch titles, labels
Can’t stand that
My head is wired with cables
But I feel like an acrobat
Balancing between
Either being unheard
Or unseen
"Politics" is just a word
But it makes me grasp for air
Whenever I hear it voiced
Perceive it as if I am not there
Yearning to belong and be rejoiced
Nevertheless, I pay attention
To all the names and surnames
I feel a tension
My brain’s on fire, I can’t calm the flames
This is about hearing all the complaining about the current state of Dutch politics and listening but not understanding ('cause no one explained it) and also having a very bad fear of missing out