I wake up slow, the same old haze,
The same routine, the same dull maze.
Rub my eyes, check my phone,
A hundred messages, yet still alone.

"Good morning, fine, how's your day?"
I type the words, then drift away.
Scripts repeated, thoughts on track,
Say the right thing, never back.

The world moves on in half a dream,
A silent ghost, a muted scream.
We watch the news, then swipe it past,
Forget it all, as if it never lasts.

We crave attention, beg for more,
Yet when it's given, we shut the door.
We chase the likes, but don't engage,
A fleeting spark inside a cage.

We buy, we hoard, stack up the space,
But emptiness still knows its place.
New clothes, new screens, new things to keep,
Yet every night, we fight to sleep.

We jump from cliffs just for a thrill,
To feel alive, to bend our will.
We laugh, we scream, we crash, we burn,
Yet still, for meaning, twist and turn.

Hanging by a fragile thread,
One step from gone, one breath from dead.
Yet we draw maps for years to come,
As if we'll march to some grand drum.

The world keeps turning, yet we creep,
A million souls, all lost in sleep.
We dream of more, we talk, we keep,
Yet here we are, still half asleep.