Put The Cell Away

Some people have so much money and material.
Why?
So busy distracting themselves from internal pain torturing them daily.
Some are just addicted to drugs,
While some are enthralled by a glossy image imprisoning their true character in a cell we,
Ourselves,
Tightly clutch in the middle of our palms.
A cell we pray gives us every answer we seek in a life riddled by questions incapable of being answered through the lens of a mere Human.
A cell creating an image with one sole purpose:
Producing a dollar by all means!
To afford a temporary escape they continuously find in Likes
Views,
Or floating hearts fading away into nothingness right before our very eyes.
Swirling a glass of wine in one hand,
Left to right,
Left to right,
Left to right!
Playing their role in a mass delusion only the American dream can create.
Swept by their own tornadoes of deceit,
As high as one can be,
Until there is no other choice,
But,
To fall…
And,
Hard they all fall…