The world is at our command
never has it been easier
to see the lights getting brighter
all around us.
We ignore the people in our midst
but stay up late with everyone at once.
The age of approval is dead,
this is the age of the trend,
the timeline of cut branches
and broken bottles swallowed by the sea.
The way out is often further in,
and that is where it begins.
We satiate ourselves on
the mocking of past attempts.
When anyone can put themselves
in front of everyone, they never know
the depth beyond the shallows.
Teleporting Typewriter 