What if my feed is empty

How can I know what happy is

How do I know what to like

And what to look like

What if I let myself dance

But can’t watch it

Would i move the same?

How do I know what to wear

Doesn’t really matter, I’m in

Wipe that feed clean

Start from scratch, live the dream!

Or is it a nightmare?

What if my feed is empty

What can I do? Is your feed empty too?

I can’t know if I can’t scroll

Can I let go? We’re doomed you know

That ain’t real, I need reels

I need to feel that rush of dopamine

From other people. Not from me

Is it just me? What’s the point if they can’t see?

We’re not free. Bring back the feed.

Let me dump all my emotions in your screen

Let me show every single place where I’ve been

My knee surgery, her cat’s funeral, the Philippines

All in one post, what a summer that’s been

But now it’s gone, when I scroll there’s no one

There’s nothing there, just an app on a phone

So I sit at home, and think about me, not memes

Zero engagement. Is this what it’s gonna be?

What can I add with no ads?

I think now going viral has a whole other meaning. Or maybe it already did before all of this. Who knows? I can’t scroll. So no, not me.

Bring back the feed.

Bring back the hours and hours of mindful mindlessness, please!

I got used to be checked out, as I checked it out

It filled a hole, it made me whole

It took care of all that time

I complain I don’t have

as I scroll, I let go.

The cheap European houses for sale,

All the beautiful living room ideas AI makes, those cool cheap prints and comfortable pants, hair care for balding men, tattoo artists, all the beautiful bodies that kept showing up on explore, I need more!

I need something to feel

I dream of making a reel, finding the right caption for the right content in the right moment

UH, What a rush

What have we brought ourselves into

And how do we get out?

I just can’t see, so bring it back

Bring back the feed.