up to (one's neck) in alligators

today's minutes went slow,
but today's time was a quick blur.

from 5am to rehearsal,
I was writing content
about data aggregation
and scrolling Instagram.

just a mindless mench,
I complain but I am part
of the problem,
but there is nothing I can do about it.

we are all products
of our environment,
and now we are all 
products in general. 

more than anything, 
I wish I could stop time,
and just enjoy the riches
of moments, good, ill or forgotten.

purpose is what I brood over
when the keyboard gets heavy.