Another swipe, another show

Will this ever end? You already know.

The more you feed it, the more it grows

Nothing more than a puppet, in Algorithm’s show

Through thousands of years of society

Nothing to show for it but impiety

But with the neverending, evergrowing anxiety

Can you be blamed, with all this variety?

Put your phone down, go outside

For too long, your boredom has been denied

What you thought was within you hat died

Was waiting for you, your inner guide

Now is the time to wake up and choose

To take one tiny step, in your favorite shoes

You need to stay goodbye to those melancholy blues

When you listen to yourself, you can never lose