Forever acting but the stage has warped to the ‘cloud’ 

Performers are all around 

An audience that includes the performer

With a seat gripped in their hand for the perfect view,

An infinite amount of performances stored in the sky  

The new-age Hollywood 

The ladder of fame starts with a wifi plan rather than an open audition 

A generation that was raised by YouTubers, influencers, Tiktokers

Always ready to perform for any audience 

Every social media platform holding millions of years worth of content 

No barrier, no restriction, no time to review

Maybe there was no stopping the zombiepocalypse of social media

The complete creation of a different form of communication 

First with FRED frying not only our eardrums 

Catalyst with the world watching as a kid fell into a gorilla enclosure 

R.I.P Harambe

Memes being made out of everything 

People claim that Shrek is love and Shrek is life

But what does that even mean 

Then dazzled by the left shark

None-stop singing ‘what are those’ 

Damn Daniel got to be on Ellen

And who even is a Big Chungus 

Constantly being reformed and dying out before it has even trended

The attention span getting smaller and smaller 

The main form of media getting shorter and shorter 

Cable Television Episodes: 30 minutes, Youtube videos: 13 minutes, 

Instaclips: 1 minute, Tiktoks: 15 seconds

Shortened reality,

Lessening need to show the actual truth

Presenting the full image is obsolete 

VSCO, Lightroom, Facetune

All protruding reality

The effects unmatch anything before 

The desire to perform and show off the half-truth 

All content stored in a fake reality 

The cloud promotes a heavenly, bright and hopeful connotation 

But the double entendre the cloud is not real 

A made-up location for fabricated information 

But the audience yells for an encore 

The actors live off attention 

May it be to even view their own creation 

Constantly viewing and performing to be satisfied with what's on the screen 

To present a life not lived to an audience that you cannot see 

Living for the Instagram photo, tik tok video, or Snapchat story 

Posting and replaying 

Likes, comments, views 

Chasing a cloud nine feeling 

Addivitice faceless impersonal numbers,

That carries so much weight that cannot be held 

Trying to perceive a self-image that's a facade 

A prison of saying, displaying, posting

Every thought, moment, memory

All the time 

To everyone 

Being one within the audience while also playing a role 

Surface level information causing comparisons that cut deep 

Forever trapped within the invisible cage 

A top a nonexistent cloud 

A Zoo animal, never knowing who is watching, lurking, stalking 

Waiting for a curtain call that will never come