Addiction

Nintendo, Sony, Microsoft 
Backstreet Boys, N`Synk 
Crack, Cocaine, Heroine, Ecstasy 
All of them are the same 
All of them are trinkets 
All of them are what we are obsessed with 

None is worse than the other 
None is more good than the other 
We depend on our fickle little things like we depend
on air 

Only we need air to survive 
We do not need these trinkets 
And yet, instead of helping ourselves evolve 
We chase our tails 

what is this great humankind that we are supposed to
be? 
Who are we? What the **** is this human race? 
For all I see are hamsters in a cage running on a
wheel 
All I see are pawns on a chessboard suffering while
some fat man counts money 

Why do we bother living a lie when we can be so much
more?