Loop-di-loop. Allie oop. Circling, tightening around me. Chains of fury, dark and dreary feed upon my flesh. The light, so bright. It reels me in. I’m entised and captivated. Another crime. Such wasted time. And more and more I hate it.
The battery drains just like the day. I sit and then I stare. I double tap ’cause I like that hat and yes, I love that hair. Then I decide as I beam with pride to post a filtered pic. I contemplate but it’s too late. Upload is what I click.
Tick-tock on the clock. I digress as time goes by. But deep inside I cannot hide the tearing, great divide. Will he like it? Did she click it? Must I be a fool? Instead of focusing on the likes I should be focused on you.
You know my name. You’ve shaped my frame. And this is how I repay you? I’m sure as you watch from above that this is really painful.
As I open my eyes I shift my focus on a greater view. No site, despite the pics and posts can share what we’ve been through.
I unwrap the cords from around me. I unplug them one by one. You are my surge protector and I’m charged by the Son.
Yet true godliness with contentment is itself great wealth. After all, we brought nothing with us when we came into the world, and we can’t take anything with us when we leave it. -1 Timothy 6:6-7 NLT