Isn’t It Haunting?

Sometimes I start to feel like
I’m so done with real life
I need to disappear
For a year – take a breath
Just to get some air

I find it overwhelming
With everything they’re selling
That life still leaves us wanting
Isn’t it haunting?

At times I start to wonder
If I should just go under
But all I do float
Like a ghost
From wall to wall
And post to post

And what if I was drowning
And people all around me
Looked but never found me
Isn’t it haunting?

Isn’t it haunting?
Isn’t it haunting?
The servers aren’t responding
Isn’t it haunting?

Isn’t it haunting?
Isn’t it haunting?
When we are left with nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

And it’s haunting
So haunting

Sometimes I start to ponder
If all I do is wander
‘Round open windows
Watch hot air flow
Through the webs
Into my home

It feels like entertainment
Or washing my own brain when
There’s freedom in containment
Isn’t it haunting?

Whatever possessed me
To deep dive into this feed
Of endless dopamine
Feel me watching
I see you -You can’t see me

Is this what you were wanting
Everybody gawking
You might call it stalking
But isn’t it

Haunting?
So haunting

The world keeps turning without me
I wonder where they’re all going
Collecting good grades and accolades
From all the new things worth knowing

I cannot leave and it taunts me
So I watch you through screens
And it’s haunting
Haunting
Haunting

It’s haunting
So haunting

Isn’t it haunting?
Isn’t it haunting?
The servers aren’t responding
Isn’t it haunting?

Isn’t it haunting?
Isn’t it haunting?
When we are left with nothing
Nothing
Nothing

The places we would hang are
Now nothing but graveyards
All the things we made are
Nothing but haunting