Plastic Dream

Spending the end of our lives
 Staring blankly into glowing screens
 Scrolling aimlessly for hours
 I can't wake up from this plastic dream
 Plastic dream.
 I'll go outside tomorrow
 With human lives stuck on repeat
 Maybe a cell phone tower will fall
 And delete what was left of me
 Plastic dream.
 Ain't it funny how - they're called living rooms
 Seated comfortably - watching someone else
 Live a fantasy - as we die
 Slowly and suddenly the color picture fades
 Decades of pages that can no longer be displayed
 Try to focus as my life flashes before my eyes
 It's just a scene from some movie I saw 100 times
 How long was I asleep
 Logged in to this dream
 Where every single thing plugs in
 Or runs on batteries
 Now I can't press rewind
 And click back to the time
 When texts were things called books
 And pixels didn't flood my mind
 Spent my entire life
 Staring blankly into glowing screens
 Searched and searched and searched forever
 But never found out what it means
 Plastic Dream.