Our spirits have died
dopamine highs
are what we strive
Our thoughts are empty
our hearts are numb
physical pleasure
is our treasure
No time is left
to wonder at the stars
to be curious
and filled with awe
every second must be filled
otherwise we take a pill
our thoughts must be confined
otherwise we will find
these distractions killed us slowly
left us dry and lonely
with nobody to share our joy
over our trinkets and toys
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