Is this life?

Instead of holding hands,
we're holding drinks.
Instead of looking to the eyes,
we look at screens.

Anomie
is troubling me.
Anomie,
what will it be?

When the great dream
that you deem
to be true and real
fails you
and you collapse
thinking life is but
surreal.

When you're so close
but so far
to being happy
and content

without having to pretend
that you're alright.

When you can't accept
your loving image
through others' eyes-
you deny beauty
and love
like the advert of Dove.

When you know
your intuition says go
but you stop to think
about your dream
that you deem-
meanwhile stolen by someone
who sleeps better at night.