Possessed

Whether we like it or not

Possessed like a child
Reaching for a dwindling, sparkling
Firefly
Screaming as it’s extinguished

I search for the next buzz
The need for instant gratification
Starting young
As the ego grows, spreads

Filling the empty head
What’s left of the natural world
Too far beyond
What I can touch

I open and close
Based on someone else’s
Consent
How do I change the channel?