Out of Touch

We keep in touch with everything else except ourselves,
When the Joneses could not even careless.
Let's ask ourselves;
Do I really want to lose myself,
Or just simply loose myself?
Because on every angle we are entangled with the news,
Yet there is still nothing new to prove that we have improved.
We trust the gossips to lead us, while we feed ourselves on junk food and peanuts.
And I am sorry if you think I am rude not to exclude the shenanigans,
But we have been Robbed;
While keeping up with the Kardashian's.

At school we try to keep up to keep our names written on the roster,
Yet the tools we use, prove that: it's the school's interest we foster.
At work we settle to be stratified,
Just so that we keep our boss' customers satisfied.
But being fit and flexible is alright,
It's losing the shape of me that keeps me up all night.
Alright, when last have you shown real emotion when sad,
Or wake up in the morning to have a sweet devotion with God?
When was the last time you actually pleased yourself,
Instead of everyone else that should be treating you well?
I'll understand if answering these questions seem tough,
Because it's keeping up with so much that has kept us out of touch.