The Chain Game

The Chain Game

I feel like I'm surrounded by mental vacancies, no deliverance from the empty ideas that lead to oppression, reality entertainment seduces the world into a game of follow the leader, northern directions as true as the north pole lit with Rudolph's nose, relations crumble beneath the expectations of fantasies, children see physical differences as damages, an authentic, incredible creation receives synthetic replacement from pretend healers in exchange for lifestyle enhancements, ironically the more you hate yourself, the richer you make them, dreams of innovation suppressed by the daily doses of likes and retweets, creating a world of repeats to look unique, the result is less differences than identical twins, programming masked as whims until choices match the statistics given as proof of the very influence we claim to rebel against, why would I want another Van Gogh, energy wasted on a copy could have defined an age, who allowed critics to control artistic ways, what made the pedestal the destination if the journey is the definition of life, I say freer thoughts bring clearer sight, a moment of silence to reflect on the shackles we invite