In a world of broken mirrors and half-forgotten dreams
In a world of broken mirrors and half-forgotten dreams,
The elites weave webs of augmented unrealities, keeping souls captive.
In the vast labyrinth of the internet, fragments of truth mix
With delicate lies, like butterflies trapped in the amber of night.
There, experience shatters into a kaleidoscope of fleeting illusions,
Pretenses of importance rise and fall like shooting stars.
Endless prompts pierce the darkness of the mind, whispering how to live,
How to conduct our lives, how to shape our bodies into dreamlike forms.
With every click, a new mask to buy, a new idol to admire,
With every scroll, the shadows of fear and desire silently lurk.
Wishes, fears, all slip through our fingers like the sands of time,
And in that unceasing flow, we forget to seek our own essence.
We dream ethereal dreams, captive in the unseen chains of deceived realities,
In a world where truth is a specter dancing on the edge of the fire.
The elites keep us prisoners, in a theater of shadows and fleeting lights,
In a dance of self-loss, where each mask hides another mask.
In the technological night, we move like marionettes without strings,
Bearing on our shoulders the burden of illusions sold as sacred jewels.
Under the cloak of appearances, our hearts forget to beat for truth,
Wandering lost in the labyrinth of algorithms dictating our every step.
Yet still, somewhere deep in the shadow, a flicker of revolt glimmers,
A burning desire to break the chains and see the pure light.
In the midst of this dreamlike world, melancholy calls us to awaken,
To lift our gaze from the dust and find our souls in the mirror again.
In the fragments of augmented reality, we may find a way of escape,
A golden thread leading us back to the lost essence.
And thus, like wizards of our own destinies,
We will learn again to see beyond illusions, to live in the light of truth.
Thus, amidst broken dreams and deceptive shadows,
Let us seek our true selves, to reclaim our lost souls.
In a dance of light and darkness, let us build a new reality,
Where magic and melancholy merge, revealing the pure beauty of existence.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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