Slowly, slowly,
Like melting snow,
Our humanity,
Drips away,
Fingers tapping,
Screens flashing,
Lives spent,
Chasing Paper castles,
And hollow hearts,
And for our Attention,
We claim our prize;
Gifts of Short lived
Dopamine,
Pieces of silver,
Exchanged,
For our precious mind.
This digital pilgrimage,
To an empty space,
Where no hands,
Hold warm flesh and blood,
Or wide eyes,
Connect in true embrace,
Lost Years,
Where only the fleeting matters ,
Our Truths long forgotten,
Filed away,
Buried for some...
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