“We are all just prisoners here
of our own device.”
Well isn’t that nice….
Robotic, hypnotic little
Sheep grinning, grazing
On bits and bytes of
Techno trash and hashtags
Phubbing our friends
There’s a word for that?
Doesn’t deserve one
We sulk like fools
In our own game
Propagating our own pain
Immunized, mesmerized
Publicized, then wondering why
Our hearts hurt
And our heads are spinning
This is the fork in the road
My friends
The end
Or the beginning
Hope you enjoyed “Musical Muse”, my offering as a poetic prompt this week at dVerse Poets Pub. Choose some lyrics, preferably one line from a favorite song and grow your own poem from it. You are not limited to the original theme of the song. Instead, forge your own poetic path.
**Quote is from the lyrics of “Hotel California”, The Eagles
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