Swamp of Inanity

A thousand pictures not even worth one word commemorate each passing breath
Saturation until apathy is the norm, the nightmare has become real
Game of hide and seek with your perspective
The mystery is the use of your frontal lobe
Packaging won't change inutility
A thousand thoughts not even worth a cent
Ideas flowing like blackstrap
Quoting your hero or the hero of someone else, content irrelevant
Game of hide and seek with your perspective
Realization that all of this is absurd
Dig deeper where the significance is pining to surface
The mystery is unfolding before our eyes
Ascend beyond inutility