Theme: The isolation of modern, screen-lit lives and the enduring need for real human connection.
The glowing screen illuminates the night,
And casts a pale blue shadow on the wall.
We scroll through endless fields of artificial light,
And wait for simulated ghosts to call.A thousand friends are gathered in a space,
Yet quiet rooms are filled with hollow air;
We trade the honest warmth of face-to-face
For pixelated phantoms built on care.
But when the morning breaks across the sky,
(The Volta/Turn)
The fragile golden sun begins to gleam.
I see the world with clear, unblinded eye,
And wake at last from this digital dream.
No coded spark can match your living hand,
The sweetest truth across this lonely land.
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