- Paige MacPherson
People are yelling.
Their thoughts projected loudly,
pushed through hot air through megaphone mouths.
each convinced of self importance—
their wisdom world-changing, mind-blowing,
and yet, so mundane, so irrelevant.
The constant clicking, scrolling ever downwards,
down, down, drown yourself in meaninglessness.
There isn’t a single sentence not yet formed, not yet
been spewed out of the lips, a desperate
starvation for originality.
I so wish
to drain my head of thoughts