Poem 9: Round and Round

I feel like time allows us to be in this constant motion.

Like we’re always moving,
Always talking,
Always on social media,
Always posting,
Always sharing,
Blowing up our phones,
Blowing up on Instagram,
Twitter, Facebook. 
Getting into fights and causing headache. 
When does the sharing stop?
When do we get to go out and take life into our own hands?
When does the social media end and life begins? 
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