I sit in ye old comfy chair,
The plated food foreboding;
I fix on the fluorescent glare,
but Netflix was not loading.
A vein peeks through my forehead skin
to sympathize my burning,
the episode will not begin,
my stomach started churning,
but in the mishap there resides
a self awareness earning:
all spectacles are doomed to die
but minds continue learning.
de-pacify your passive wane,
reroute your ruling causes,
and feed what once had fed your brain
towards profitable clauses.
Reshape against the turning tide
of mental diuretics.
where media is piled inside,
potential trumps kinetics.
To lose your mind is to forget,
misnomered in abstraction,
and in the words of Hamlet,
“[...] is to lose the name of action.”