The High

The High
by Tilok Adnan

We're on an extravagant high
We'll rush this and look for more
Mountains of our own making
Our facades sculpted by visuals
We're leaders of our own domain
We're etched in the system and
This is our identity:

We're figures who run on dopamine and cortisol
Black mirrors in our pockets and hands and homes

Dark mode on for endless scrolls
Car horns don't phase us
Our mothers' calling don't get through
We're all in it together
Abundant with thoughts
We're on an extravagant high
To each his own