Scrolling, searching (poem #31)

Sometimes I find myself scrolling

As if I’m searching for something.

But I’m not sure what’s missing.

Is it the because I’m not standing in a sun-soaked Mediterranean paradise,

cocktail in hand and head tilted sideways?

Or that I’m nowhere close to getting married,

so I need wedding photos from acquaintances to fill the void?

Perhaps I’m searching for a jacket or a swimsuit

as multiple adverts seems to suggest,

Or maybe I need to do a test

to find out which Hogwarts house I’m in

(Gryffindor, if you’re wondering).

But the most important question is-

why do I waste moments and hours doing this

when I am exactly where I need to be?

And everything I need exists inside me already?