I once was a way to find another.

Did they always intend to create a smother?

I was once a cool way to find a friend.

Was it meant to twist my perception around the bend?

I was once a mechanism to feel unique.

Or was it so I felt fear so that all around me was bleak?

I was once a mechanism to express my desire.

But today, it only works if you agree with my internal fire?

I was once a way to move myself higher and higher.

Why did they make it so I judge myself as representing nothing but dire?

I was once a way to stretch for the sky.

Is my future nothing but Icarus who cannot actually fly?

I was once the tomorrow for a generation who knew best.

And yet they are falling as they cannot feel nor real life express?

I was once the future of the human race.

So why do I contribute to its ongoing disgrace?

I am the time saver, the stealer of grace.

The robber of all that was nice, a falsified reality, just to save face…