In the hum of screens, we find our voice,
A world connected, yet so distant,
Where silence speaks louder than noise,
And moments slip through fingers instant.

We chase the fleeting light of virtual suns,
Amidst the scroll of endless feeds,
Searching for meaning in binary runs,
As time whispers through our digital deeds.

In crowded cities and empty hearts,
We build walls of glowing glass,
Seeking solace in electric art,
As shadows of our ancestors pass.

Yet in this maze of modern flight,
A spark of hope remains aglow,
For in each byte, a chance to unite,
To weave a future where dreams sow.