Stubbornly clinging to pixels
Painted on the back of her eyes
Suspicious of runaway tech
That fails to fully satisfy
The world got complicated
A camera on your phone
All wirelessly connected
Yet we’ve never been quite so alone
Reluctantly she tries to keep up
Trading analog for digital beans
Though she’d rather be playing Atari
She’s dragged deep into smaller screens
Space-aged power at her fingers
Open access to every vice
Countless distractions posses her
She’d dream if she could only think twice
Each click renders the fantastic
Gilded realms of escapism
No longer practicing patience
Instant joy through a digital prism
Eventually the shine wears off
The dopamine hits subside
She struggles to find her footing
Where the past and future collide
Willingly now, she relinquished
The cheap in profound disguise
Surrendering the small screens
For the pixels at the back of her eyes
Mannino Acid 