In this glossy rectangular world, framed in blue

A pulsing red heart beating day and night

Across the white canvas, a blue bird takes flight

In a world where thoughts set sail on oceans

Often untethered to reason but not to emotions

Where stories travel a thousand miles a minute

Embellished or distorted as anyone seems fit

Heroes are made daily and villains run into the ground

At the tap of a key without as much as a sound

Warily we try to discern the truth from the lie

For our scattered attention, they equally vie

What was once privy only to those few

who cared or needed to know

Is now an open book of judgement, whether you say yes or no

But unlike kindling that morphs into a fire and long after, smolders in embers aglow

Today’s headline is an afterthought by tomorrow.