I sit in front of my work and phone screen glaring my eyes,
My fingers move on their own, a restless, scrolling guise.
I tried to keep timers, to all apps I hold dear,
To see what I do, what amuses me here.
But I sit not still, the urge to scroll takes hold,
My fingers dance on glass, a story to unfold.
I always see that precious time has slipped away,
I know it's not, but guilt begins to sway.
Why am I addicted, to this digital life's gleam?
A mirror of some place, a fabricated dream.
But I am distracted, from where I truly stand,
Why do I wish to be, in some far-off fictional land?
For every ten seconds, my patience starts to fray,
An I saving time, or giving it away
Why do I let my mind, so easily stray?
My control is dwindling, a battle I can't win,
The screen's bright allure, pulling me back within.