A panflet life

 Your boring existence sends zero shivers down your spine
the tree fort that was never built faces down to you
bearing down on you with nails sticking out of it´s....
sarcastic grin

You found an idle state of living more favorable
a pot of nothing clasped with both hands the breeze cackles
you look down and ask the world to fill it, a tear falls in
the cool breeze evapourates it to keep it empty for you

Honesty you don´t want to set yourself free so embrace the preference
The dependence on the outside world to satiate you
to ignore your own self, your heart and mind simply existing
Not a moment of reflection, just outer stimuli and stimulation

A colorful game spinning on the external attention and approval
youth into hives divided into their shards of perceptions and false beliefs
protected by a thousand layers of algorithm
Your heads are letterboxes to be filled with panflets

Boredom keeps you inside the software
designing the panflet that will be distributed to a million just like you