Unlike the being of omnipresent,
I am unable to savor every moment.
I'm not there.
I am everywhere,
I am the dust, the crust of society.
In the sight of a blue monitor dimly lit.
Still and lifeless silently i sit.
Creeping through social networks i stalk.
Observing as other people talk.
I'm not there
I am everywhere,
I am the dust, the crust of society.
Of other people's memories i dream,
Alone and silent in the darkness of night.
Lost of youth i could not redeem,
Coming of age, losing without a fight.
A quite war. yes, quite true,
In despise every single one of you.
I'm not there
I am everywhere
I am the dust, the crust of society.
some sort of poem, or spoken word piece i did a couple of days ago. inspired by growing internet stalking culture
