Connected to others, but disconnected from myself.
Polarized emotions, hidden on a shelf.
Selfie game strong, faith walk weak.
Fragmented thoughts makes it difficult to speak.
To do list long, patience growing thin.
Feeling like I’m losing, looking like, I win.
Throwing shade at your speck, to deflect the plank in my own.
Behaving like children, pretending like we’re grown.
Life on the Web means death for the prey.
Do we fight for freedom or wait for fangs?
Trapped in the net. Lost in cyberspace.
Broadcasting thoughts that can’t be erased.
So busy having fun we don’t recognize the threat.
What do you do when you are trapped in the net?
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