Ding, I hear my phone ring,
I want to check it, I need to check it,
The temptation, to pick it up and just take a little peek.
What’s in my notifications? This is ripping my focus apart,
I want to check it desperately,
Just one minute,
But I know, Once I check there’s no going back,
My soul will be devoured, my focus vanished for good,
It’s a tricky thing,

S E L F C O N T R O L

When right and wrong seem so close yet so far,
A labyrinth that always seems to be shifting,
A sly serpentine searching, longing for attention,
wishing, hoping you fall for their evil schemes,
an online siren, disguising themselves as the one thing you want at that moment,
a death wish, an endless zombie spawner,
a bargain, a choice, a consequence.