546 – The Hive

The cacophony
Of ethereal demands,
Like a thousand tiny claws,
Sink their beeping nails
Into your brain.

Can there be peace
With our minds chained?
When we loose track
Of our own breathe
With every ping and buzz?

It’s just as simple,
Or complicated,
As a single conscious act.

Can you unplug?

Dare you?