Zoning

Lazy day.
Internet addiction.
It's my escape,
From the world we live in.
Hours and hours wasted.
Zoning out and in.
Is there something that I'm running from,
within?
This is truly doing me in.
My eyes drink up elektronik wavez.
My soul feels like a microwave,
Set on defrost.
But things aren't warming up,
As I'm zoning out and in.
Though I'm not an alcoholic,
This is my gin.