Beyond the Glow

Beyond the Glow They rise to data, not the light, Their faces bathed in pixel-bright. A world composed of curated views, While silent, real life slowly clues. No warmth to feel, no ideas to lift, Just endless scrolling, quick and swift. A tap, a like, a fleeting praise, Through filtered, digital, busy haze. The mountains stand, the ocean calls, But eyes stay fixed on virtual walls. For instant facts, a quick demand, But wisdom gained, not understood by hand. Yet life's true growth won't flash and gleam, Not in a constant, hurried stream. It lives in patience, sweat, and strife, The messy, tangible, vibrant life. One day, the signal will run thin, And real consequences will begin. Not through a screen, but through the quest, Of grounded truths, put to the test.

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