Mama was right,
It was the idiot brick all along;
The one, who would spend hours,
counting stars;
Refuses to count the hours,
he obliviously blurs.
Mindless zombie scavenges for minutes of glee,
Ignorant of the days of dismay it compounds;
He names a soulless box his own,
While his own soul goes adrift,
into the unknown.
Scared to think,
Doesn't even spare a blink;
Hours go fast in the dark
Alone with a neon link
Watching the world right in front of him shrink.
Boggled by the endless FOMO trends,
Unaware of the things he's truly missing out on;
He never wakes to watch the break of dawn,
Or stops to rest upon a mountain cliff.
Funny that he cares about some digital aliens,
While his family is left in neglect;
The block of metal that promised him the world,
Has stripped him of all that he'd connect.
A life unlived, a quiet, tragic trick,
Trading the universe,
All for an idiot brick?