He feeds the world his dreams,
and the world applauds—
views climbing higher,
numbers swelling like a crown on his head.
He is getting better at life,
collecting eyes,
collecting praise,
while we sink deeper,
dragged by the weight of days
that taste like rust.
He shines on their screens,
but our nights are endless,
our lungs full of water,
drowning in a silence
where we no longer wish to live.
And yet he smiles,
climbing higher,
as if our despair
were the stones beneath his throne.