What are You Chasing?

His vice wasn’t a drink
Not a powder nor pill
His drug was the web
That’s where he got his fill

He copied the “greats”
Who said “always stay busy!”
He kept writing and working
So much so you’d get dizzy.

Headline hacks made him cringe
SEO tricks were boring
But he wrote to a formula
So his “hard work” kept scoring.

And he chased with great gusto
Every retweet and like
Every share, every follow,
“Just one more traffic spike”

But attention grew old
And despite each new roar
The applause didn’t sound
Quite as loud as before

Meaningless, meaningless,
All his happiness robbed
Now his job was himself
And he hated his job.

He forgot why he started
Back when he had a heart
Chasing fame, chasing love
He forgot to make art