Scroll Control

 In the soft glow of screens, our minds reflect, 

A mirror to the feeds that shape our thoughts. 

The tools we wield, designed to serve our needs, 

Now subtly guide our dreams and waking hours.

We chase the sparkly bits, the fleeting lights, 

Ignoring depths where wisdom often hides. 

Our worldviews shaped by curated streams, 

A dance of data, subtly guiding us.

In echo chambers, voices resonate, 

Confirming biases, entrenching views, 

While critical thought fades into the noise, 

And empathy is lost in endless scrolls.

Our social bonds, once rich with face-to-face, 

Now strained by superficial clicks and likes. 

We trade deep conversations for quick texts, 

And loneliness creeps in, despite the crowd.

The tools we use, designed to serve our needs, 

Can turn against us, shaping who we are. 

We must remain aware, resist the pull, 

And guard our minds from being co-opted whole.

For in the balance lies our true control, 

To use these tools with wisdom and with care, 

To seek the depths, embrace the nuanced shades, 

And keep our minds our own, not mere reflections.