The hum, the hum, the humdrum
Time after time after time
After time
Tedious tension
Rapturous repetition
Antics, Panic, Pandering

The con, the con, the conversation
Never ever, ever never
Never
Average ambitions
Wonderfully lukewarm
Everything, anything, something

The winter of our discontent
Became the spring of fury
Only to end in the summer of docility
Because limits are bumped into
As easily as frustrations are forgotten
And as soon as the momentum has gone
The passive majority will claim to have won

The discontentment keeps on lingering
Against the background of potential change
But the status quo knows how to appease
And puts the revolution back at ease

The winter of our discontent
Held the promise of history
But ended, once more, in tame passivity

Silently the social media hero strikes again
The swift and ruthless keyboard warrior
Crushing political correctness
Debunking liberal drivel
Overpowering the opinions of the obsolete

He grows and grows
With every post
And tweets make him feel
Like the torrent of thoroughness
Raging through a landscape
That needs to be cleansed

Outside lies a hostile world
With prying, judging eyes
Online, a world of possibilities
Where virtual battle cries
Are the prelude of a rally
Between the devoid and the deluded

But through his own gaze
Focused on the reflection
On the computer screen
A social media hero rises
While outside, the world passes him by

It wasn’t going according to plan
Because the plan was non-existent
As I so wrongly thought
That stumbling unprepared
Was better than a thorough setup
Bound to make one care
Knowing that it never could
Or would go anywhere

The gaze that mesmerised me
And set a parallel universe on fire
Somewhere in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

What is is not what could have been
What could have been a whisper
But soon as the gaze was swept away
That parallel universe became unseen

Get out of my head
With your great expectations
Combined with cynical criticism
And self-righteous selective blindness
And let me get back inside my comfort zone
Where there’s not too much ado about anything

Life is a choice
Between the standstill and the maelstrom
Between faceless coincidence and fearful fate
Between settling for this life
Or gambling on paradise
Between wondering why life went by so fast
And wondering why we were merely pawns
Life is a choice
And the loser takes it all