Latent talent and the glory of success
Sickening doubt cripping through Instagram posts
In other words how to acquire disorder with your morning coffee
In other words the death of meaning in the era of context creators

Social constructs dictating identity and self reflexion
The end of no-conformity by silent men and their loud toys
The law of Procrustes with a cradle instead of a bed
Will machines take over creativity sooner than nuclear arsenal codes?

The skeleton the sea washed ashore
Would you distinguish a king from a servant?
Or the influencer from the follower?
Is flesh marked by success?

Posthumous reputation can easily be achieved by engraving net worth on the skull
The subject is terminated yet legacy is attained
Climate change and the drowning of the earth
Has a new biblical flood already begun?

Drowned man
Falling alive
Gravity, as a magnified version of a bathtub's vortex, sucking me in
Like modern definitions of success but less violent

Drowned man
Falling alive
As tenderly as the butterfly flies
Like an ember just before it dies

Skin turns to alluminium and veins into copper wires
Would everyone prefer their own little artificial kingdom in the metaverse?
Ending all in isolation
Reality is ours to manipulate yet animalistic social ranking will follow us to the end

Poisonous fruits of societal drugging
Sacrificing awarness in worship of success
Sentient beings do not feel anything
Except the rain from the cloud on their heads above

There is some seaweed the sea washed ashore
There are some martins flying and singing above
There is some driftwood abandonded by the tide
There are some bones scattered across the seaside