Paverted Generation
We scroll through life with hollow eyes,
Bound to screens, under digital skies.
Lost in images, likes, and shares,
But seldom pause to say real prayers.
We chase the fleeting, the empty praise,
Our worth reduced to the latest craze.
Consumed by what we own, not feel,
Truth, it seems, no longer real.
Connections thin, like whispers lost,
We’ve sold our souls, but at what cost?
Where silence once held sacred space,
Now noise and haste leave no trace.
In virtual worlds, we seek to find,
A sense of self, a peace of mind.
But masks we wear, our true selves fade,
Behind the roles we’ve each portrayed.
In search of love, we swipe away,
Fearing to stay, we run astray.
Afraid to hurt, we never try,
We ghost, we leave, we say goodbye.
We numb the pain with fleeting highs,
Quick escapes and shallow lies.
But emptiness comes back to claim,
A heart untouched by spark or flame.
We’re drowning in an endless stream,
Where likes replace the deeper dream.
Attention spans, like sands, erode,
In minds that once so brightly glowed.
Opinions flash and vanish fast,
Today’s truth soon becomes the past.
We speak in haste, but rarely hear,
Shouting loud, yet drawn by fear.
Our heroes, once with strength and grace,
Are idols built on shifting base.
They rise and fall within a day,
False gods that fade and wash away.
Yet in the dark, some lights still shine,
Who hold their ground, who draw a line.
They seek the deeper, truer way,
Not swayed by what the masses say.
They plant their roots in fertile ground,
Where purpose, passion, truth are found.
For them, the noise becomes a song,
A call to rise, to right the wrong.
For all is not yet gone, nor lost,
Redemption’s flame still thaws the frost.
A choice to turn, to rise, to see,
That we’re more than what we seem to be.
Bound to screens, under digital skies.
Lost in images, likes, and shares,
But seldom pause to say real prayers.
We chase the fleeting, the empty praise,
Our worth reduced to the latest craze.
Consumed by what we own, not feel,
Truth, it seems, no longer real.
Connections thin, like whispers lost,
We’ve sold our souls, but at what cost?
Where silence once held sacred space,
Now noise and haste leave no trace.
In virtual worlds, we seek to find,
A sense of self, a peace of mind.
But masks we wear, our true selves fade,
Behind the roles we’ve each portrayed.
In search of love, we swipe away,
Fearing to stay, we run astray.
Afraid to hurt, we never try,
We ghost, we leave, we say goodbye.
We numb the pain with fleeting highs,
Quick escapes and shallow lies.
But emptiness comes back to claim,
A heart untouched by spark or flame.
We’re drowning in an endless stream,
Where likes replace the deeper dream.
Attention spans, like sands, erode,
In minds that once so brightly glowed.
Opinions flash and vanish fast,
Today’s truth soon becomes the past.
We speak in haste, but rarely hear,
Shouting loud, yet drawn by fear.
Our heroes, once with strength and grace,
Are idols built on shifting base.
They rise and fall within a day,
False gods that fade and wash away.
Yet in the dark, some lights still shine,
Who hold their ground, who draw a line.
They seek the deeper, truer way,
Not swayed by what the masses say.
They plant their roots in fertile ground,
Where purpose, passion, truth are found.
For them, the noise becomes a song,
A call to rise, to right the wrong.
For all is not yet gone, nor lost,
Redemption’s flame still thaws the frost.
A choice to turn, to rise, to see,
That we’re more than what we seem to be.
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