The Screen Holds Everything

The Screen Holds Everything They wake to pixels, not the dawn, Eyes locked tight, the world withdrawn. Fingers dance on lifeless glass, As fleeting moments slip and pass. No hands in soil, no sweat on brow, Just voices echo—empty now. A wish, a swipe, the world complies, Yet nothing real behind their eyes. The stars still shine, the rivers flow, Yet few will watch, or ever know. For every answer, one demand, Yet not a lesson learned by hand. But life won’t come in flashing beams, Not in shortcuts, nor in streams. It waits in struggle, earned and won, Not in a world that gives for fun. One day, the silence will be real, And all they held, they’ll start to feel. Not through a screen, but through the weight, Of effort’s hands—their true estate.

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