The American Dream

Like waking up from a dream,  
I'm suddenly aware of my senses again.  
The tips of my toes tingle as the blood returns to them...  

I've been sitting in this room for hours, staring at a screen,  
So engulfed in my devices  
That I've become one, so it seems.  
 
Programmed by society,  
My brain is filled with empty pleasures;  
Entrapped within a vicious cycle;  
But a mindless maze of my endeavors.  
 
Intoxicated by technology:  
A second-hand inebriation;  
Oh, the clock, it ticks the time away  
As I bask in bitter nihilation.  
 
But that's the price we pay  
For living in this "modern" age,  
As we work our lives away,  
Just to make a living wage.  
 
When I return, I am so weary,  
With little room for relaxation,  
I turn the television on...  
Another victim to this vegetation.