Scrolling

Scrolling has become my defense

A reflex

A mechanism

Then In a swipe I find a package of isolation and protection

I scroll for answers the algorithm always knows

With each swipe offering solutions to my woes

Scrolling changed my life

So I swipe and scroll more than anyone knows

Morning and night minutes melt away and hours fade into a new day

I miss the moments lost but this brain of mine has no other way to unwind

So I scroll to free my mind and pass time

I scroll seeking perfection

Instead it leads to dissatisfaction like some putrid infection

Self destruction found in seeing what I lack

Everyday I want more and cut myself no slack

Scrolling has turned my world dark and black