Screens sucked me in with their lustful loves,
And I tried to move my restless feet to the beat.
The crowd had torn up the first three rows,
So, I hoped someone sweet would save me a seat.
My brain played nice for the first two tries,
It observed the overplayed tropes with hope.
Others described these brand-new highs,
But I was losing rope on a downward slope.
The screens became brighter as I lost color.
My wings never grew, I could not feel a thing.
I was dancing on my tiptoes from lover to lover,
Looking for anything, even a sting.
But I was loved without any consequences.
The words deceived me, and they lost all meaning.
Soon enough I grew tired of climbing red fences,
And I knew that my consciousness was teething.
-Jackie