The Unending Scroll

An unending scroll of randomness Snippets of lives here and there Of glee and colour and humour And the best of life's affairs

Of chiselled faces and perfect homes Modelled after one's dreams Hardly the rigour of existence Just a facade for screens

Life often is wry though Like it is meant to be One wouldn't store photos in an album That oneself would never want to see

The best moments preserved online Are few and far between Did you deem the lives to be carefree? Dear, there's much that goes unseen...