You look around to find
things that are left,
and they all want to be
the next fashionista
of the internet.

Get sold on old clothes
and drink wine you
probably don't even like,
tell your story to the
thousands that will eat it up.

Still, you're stuck
along the lines of the words
that make an impact,
phrasing intact to entrust
a life you can't live
to the back of your head.

A mind half-willing
to unwind on the hinges 
of someone else's dreams.
Not much more than fantasy.