Indifference

I click,
I swipe,
I like,
I save,
I feel my thoughts being herded,
rounded up and shuttled into a pen,
but I don't mind.
I join my fellow sheep,
blindly scrolling through brainless information.
101110001000110...
that last 0 made me flinch,
one of those 1s made me frown,
Everyone says social media is fake,
but I don't mind.
But when I turn off my phone,
and open the gate of the pen,
leaving behind the silent daze,
I run,
I laugh,
I cry,
I feel my mind run free,
running wild in the open,
leaving behind everything, 
including me,
but I don't mind.