In the quiet hum of glowing lights,
We find a world within our grasp,
Where voices speak in silent bytes,
And time bends softly as we clasp.
Flickers of dreams on polished glass,
Whispers of worlds weâve never known,
Within these frames, the moments pass,
As life unfolds in digital tone.
Fingers trace the paths of stars,
Across a universe contained,
In every touch, a thousand scars,
Yet in their hold, we are unchained.
Oh, gadgets dear, our modern muse,
You weave a tapestry of light,
In your embrace, we never lose,
The endless dance of day and night.