Swipe Left, Swipe Right
The world is a buffet of faces, every longing and hope reduced to an idle flick of the thumb,
A million strangers trapped behind glass, everyone curating their best angles and posed vacations,
It’s hunting season in the lit-up wilderness of desire–left for forgettable, right for tonight,
But nobody remembers the conversations, just the adrenaline rush, the fleeting hit of being wanted for a split second,
Profiles become a performance, not a confession–bio’s a clever punchline, interests recycled, photos filtered to death,
We’re all selling a version of ourselves, but nobody’s buying anything real; it’s swipe, scroll, repeat,
Endless choice, but never satisfaction,
A marketplace of options that leaves everyone empty,
Looking for Mr. or Ms. Right but happy to settle for Mr. or Ms. Right Now, just to fill the silence,
Hearts racing for a match, then numbing as the next “hey” turns into another unfinished chat,
And it’s always the same–genuine connection lost in the algorithm,
A rat race where the cheese keeps moving and everyone’s too tired to care.
It’s easy to blame the apps, but the truth is, it’s all of us–
Addicted to possibility, allergic to commitment, we’d rather keep swiping than risk anything that might last,
Loneliness masked by emojis and late-night memes, sex reduced to a scheduling glitch,
Nobody wants to say they’re looking for love, but everyone secretly is,
Still, we pretend to be cool, unbothered, above it all, even as we hope for a miracle,
The digital sea is wide, but nobody’s swimming, just floating on the surface,
Desperate for the one match that feels different,
But even when we find it, fear takes over–what if we miss out on something better?
And so we go back to the scroll, the ritual, the endless parade of faces we’ll never see in real life.
Maybe someday, we’ll put the phone down, meet a stranger in the wild,
Remember how to talk without a screen, feel something raw and unscripted,
But tonight, the blue glow lights up our faces, another night spent chasing shadows,
Swiping right for a dopamine drip, left for disappointment,
And in the end, we’re just as alone,
Wishing for something real in a world that keeps giving us less,
A digital casino where the house always wins and the heart keeps doubling down.