So much content
Fighting for my affections.
Fragments my thoughts
Leaves me with little attention.

I just find I’m flipping through
looking for anything that smells like new.

Nothing really hits like it used to.
Nothing is about anything
Isn’t that true?

How to cut the grain from the shaft?
How to my my attention last?

Off it goes.
It goes so fast.

When was the last time you read a book?
Played a record through without even a look?

Can’t follow a long conversation 
Without check your phone for the state of this nation.

Always searching for something new,
but what I discover only leaves me blue.

This world full of content.
It doesn’t fill you up
and leaves your time spent.
This word full of content
will never leave you content.