Phantom pings hum through my cracked-lit room,

Infinite grids bloom where my focus should loom.

Thumbs numb from swiping through dopamine tides,

I’m curating a soul while my sanity hides…

Clock dissolves into pixel dust,

*Three hours blur—*just “later” and “must.”

Too many windows, too few eyes to see—

New channels, new beats, new worlds haunting me.

I’m sprinting a marathon stuck in slow-mo,

The Wi-Fi’s eternal, but my bandwidth’s low.

Can’t close the screen, can’t mute the glow,

There’s magic in the noise… and I hate saying “no.”

Mixtapes fossilize in my “saved” graveyard,

Half-drafted replies die in my notes app shards.

Bookmarks pile like unread tombstones,

My playlist’s a landslide—I’m buried in clones…

Daylight fades while I chase the feed,

Lost in the “more”—where does it lead?

Too many windows, too few eyes to see—

New channels, new beats, new worlds haunting me.

I’m sprinting a marathon stuck in slow-mo,

The Wi-Fi’s eternal, but my bandwidth’s low.

Can’t close the screen, can’t mute the glow,

There’s magic in the noise… and I hate saying “no.”

Do we all float here, digital ghosts?

Likes as lifelines in the algorithm’s coast.

A universe of art at a click’s command—

But I’m drowning in waves made of sand.

Too many windows, too few eyes to see—

New channels, new beats, new worlds haunting me.

I’m sprinting a marathon stuck in slow-mo,

The Wi-Fi’s eternal, but my bandwidth’s low.

Can’t close the screen, can’t mute the glow,

There’s magic in the noise… and I hate saying “no.”

To the hearts left unclicked, the tracks in stasis,

The threads I abandoned in virtual spaces…

Tomorrow’s cache holds another try—

But tonight, I’ll just buffer… and cry.