In the pulsing heart of silicon dreams, we glide,
A thousand voices whispering inside a tide.
Screen-lit faces, in the hollow glow,
Chase fleeting specters, in a ceaseless show.
Once we quested for the truth, the noble deed,
Now drowned in feeds, on trivia we feed.
The digital web, vast and wide,
A modern marvel, a gilded ride.
Behind the crystal screens, we hide,
In swift convenience, we confide.
Yet the starlit wonder, the morning sun,
Are drowned by bytes, by the millions run.
A world of knowledge, at fingertips lay,
Yet minds grow dull, as screens hold sway.
No need to ponder, no need to muse,
Just Google answers, no intellect to use.
In digital gardens, laziness breeds,
While wisdom's whispers remain unread.
The art of thinking, of questions deep,
Lost in the ether, in data's steep.
Oh, the modern era, with all its flair,
Humanity entranced in a tech millionaire's snare.
And so, we dance in the silicon rain,
Trading wisdom for convenience, intellect for gain.
Yet hope lingers, in hearts untamed,
In minds unshackled, in spirits unnamed.
May we wake from this enchanting dream,
And once again, let human intellect gleam.
