Shadow minds scrolling in a trance, little hands doing every dance,
born into feeds where the thoughts ain’t theirs, raised by the glow of a screen that stares,
every move taught by an algorithm script, every trend swallowed quick like a microchip,
no inner voice just a loop they mimic, whole generation on autopilot limits.
Social‑media babies with the puppet strings tight,
following the crowd like it’s coded in their sight, low‑vibe echoes in a world so loud, but the minds stay quiet while they chase that crowd, pre‑reptilian whispers in the background hum, teaching them to copy where the clones come from, no roots in the soul just a digital spin, no compass inside just a need to fit in. They don’t think, they react, they repeat what they see,
every thought outsourced to the phone for a fee, every dream pre‑built by a viral theme, every truth pre‑chewed by the hive‑mind stream, scrolling like zombies in a neon mist, identity traded for a double‑tap list,
hearts on the screen but the heart ain’t lit, voices online but the mind won’t sit.
They dance for the lens like a ritual rite, validation addiction in the dead of night, souls unplugged from the higher plane, chasing pixels like pleasure, dopamine on the brain, no questions asked, no purpose sparked, just loops on loops in the algorithm dark, every trend a leash, every post a chain, every thought outsourced to avoid the strain. But deep inside there’s a spark still waiting, buried under noise and the overstating, a whisper saying “wake up, break out,” but the world too loud for a quiet doubt, still I hope one day they reclaim their sight,
cut the strings, step back from the bite, find the voice that was theirs before the script, and rise from the fog where the clones once drifted. (3)x
RawTiger58
