Reduced

                                                                                    We have been reduced to small digital pulses

Every sigh has become a series of 0s and 1s and we don't even notice anymore because our necks stretch so far that we lock our jaws in the ether

And we loose ourselves in the hums of fingers typing

We filter the good and the bad with the ability to juxtapose our lives to one another 

We're adapting to a non existent reality and we don't even care because every time we feel ill, 

We flush ourselves with better things

To cure us of our indifferences 

And when we are told to try again 

We give up on ourselves 

And stretch our necks to search for the strength to continue