I am sinking into depression,
Mainly at night, doing nothing.
But when awake, behind the wheel
I feel in control of my car,
Or in front of a laptop, bold
And in control of cyberspace.
Yet I am doing nothing solid
But sinking into the virtual
Happily achieving fake success
And procrastinating essentials.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When life sucks, people try to find consolation in false happiness. To my list !