![[444b370f-631f-47e1-98eb-dd88551b4f60.wav]] (Yo) Woke up, screen glow, another loop in the program, Just a ghost in the shell of a social hologram. We scroll through the static for a truth we can clutch, But the signal’s corrupted, and we’re losing our touch. They sell you a purpose in a limited drop, Build you a future from a filtered snapshot. They tell you "be real" then they hand you the script, Another perfect profile, another soul that’s been stripped. We’re chasin’ a meaning in the back of a text, Wonderin’ who’s got the lease on whatever comes next. Is it love? Is it power? Is it just a distraction? A dopamine error, a fatal transaction. We build our cathedrals on foundations of sand, For a god we invented to make us feel planned, But the silence is heavy, the silence is cold, Just another story that’s getting too old. 'Cause we’re stuck on a wet rock, a spec in the dark, Drawin' our maps and just hopin’ they mark A path to an exit, a reason for the climb, A way to beat the slow, relentless violence of time. They told us the answer was a clean forty-two, A punchline to a question we never had a clue. So we look for the query in the particle haze, In this capitalist maze and these cynical days. We build civilization on a fault line of doubt, Shout down the prophets to figure it out. Is it nature or nurture? Is it fate or free will? The echo from the cosmos is the loneliest pill. So we write our own code, find a rhythm in the mess, Put a beat to the chaos, try to say more with less. It ain't about the answer, it's the search in the void, Just another human glitch, beautifully paranoid. #poetry #philosophy #introspection #poetry-public