In the palm of our hands lies the world,
A screen that glows with endless light,
We tap and swipe through endless scrolls,
Lost in pixels, day and night.

Gadgets hum a digital song,
Our hearts beat in sync with their tune,
Yet in the silence of the dawn,
The real world feels a distant moon.

We chase the latest, shiniest thing,
Obsession masked as mere delight,
But in the quiet moments, we cling,
To memories of simpler nights.

So let us pause and truly see,
The balance that we must respect,
For in our quest for what’s to be,
We must not our true selves neglect.