I wake up alone and look to my phone.
No one there – it’s a dead zone.
A mass tombstone.
Everyone a clone.
Moving to the same tone; rolling like a rolling stone.
My mind is blown at what they have sewn.
Simple minded is what they have shown.
Fake, like a cheap cologne.
Fighting to be known by the unknown.
Children grown; A milestone.
No backbone and nothing to hone.
All on loan, they moan and groan.
Caught in a Cyclone.
With a drone.
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