Delusions of Grandeur

Lost between attention and recognition
We can’t see where we’re going because we’ve sold our vision

When cries become substitutes to sell scars for significance
Faking progress when we’re handicapped of our ignorance

Convenience consumers buying platforms in place of mountain tops
When status is our hindrance
Fad love is currency, what happens when the money stops
After we’ve lost touch with our fingerprints

Our purposes and gifts in the hands of our reckless confessions
Following the carrot for the fools gold of vain obsessions

All for the sake of clever lines that makes poetry of another way to say suicide
Cosmetic voices through the filters of the figurative terms of dead inside

Shock value facades, programs written, everyone is playing god
Our creations contrived of algorithm trends
Apocalypse of inspiration
The death of art is the start of where the world ends

Training technological parrots to mimic the heart
Everything is plagiarized when it’s all regurgitated
Another app to script a date with destiny in mechanical counterpart
Role playing, everyone is a puppet to the marionettes of the fabricated

Viral is another word for fame in the modern age of social panhandling for affection
Contagious as the ego symptomatic of our own will to self inflate
Like social blow up dolls exploited to soothe our self rejection
On a social approval bender as on the ratings we self medicate

We are the menu of the machine that dines our dreams
Getting its fill off the buffet of our hearts on display in masquerade
High maintenance profiles in perpetual updates
One moment you’re everything and the next day you fade…