Should you add
another cloud
to rain above my head,
I'll bring the light
to make it shine
and create a rainbow,
instead.

And should the day
turn into night
before we've had our time,
I'll sing for the stars
and the moon above
to see the black sky
shine.

We live in the moment of now,
heads turn, keyboards click, we watch.
In this wretched time of trends,
things only seem to last a day,
if lucky a week.
We live in constant searching,
yearning for the next popular trend.
Unaware that events are taking place in our peripherals,
tunnel vision has us looking through a tube.
Social media has turned us into cowards,
mindless fools trying to keep up.
But when we're bored, which is a lot,
we crave for something new to laugh at or love.
For only 2 days.
Commitment is a distant word these days,
with only attention spans of just a week.
It's a very scary thing these trends,
with them our futures bleak.

I use the word* “love” *as a drug for my emptiness inside.