I’ve dyed a billion times to watch you fade away.
Slowly and painfully ink lost its value as the pages turned to data, loading on invisible spaces.
Downloaded with a click, a touch with no feelings just ready to bounce to the next thing.
Carrying a viral load of popularity an algorithm that has you begging for a like and shares with no value.
Now you think influence is measured with a number of people who sing your praises and follow you, just a cult culture of acceptance.
Privacy is invaded privately and publicly no one is safe from the dark web
Mistakes aren’t forgiven or forgotten.
Cancel culture is our daily bread even if it means taking away your last slice.