In crepuscular silence, shadows sway,
Distraction's dulcet voice whisks thoughts away.
Focus flees, like lunar luminescence pale,
Leaving minds astray, in perpetual gale.

Attention's veil, a tenebrous, hidden fee,
A currency paid, to inscrutable decree.
Hypercapitalist forces, weave their sly spell,
And souls, like specters, in umbra dwell.

In labyrinthine thoughts, we lose our thread,
Pursuing echoes, through the endless dread.
Wisdom's whispers, drowned by gelid sighs,
In mystery's abyss, our hearts succumb to cries.