Digital Oblivion

Observation enroute to my destination

I look around and all I see is heads down thumbs up
Riding this meat machine they call a train

People everywhere so oblivious to the goings on around them

Eyes glued to their screen thumbs primed to swipe

Scrolling through the abyss feeling distantly connected to digital friends

Radio waves eminating from the palm of their hands

Life outside just passing them by to which they pay no attention 

constantly enthralled by an illusion projected on their retinas

The lasting impression of blissful distraction

Seared into their dopamine receptors, neither gratifying nor fulfilling 

Just an empty void, a simulated universe, a masquerade. 

All competing for a fleeting swipe of your thumb

Not even realising it's the first blue sky in a month