Touch the Past (DDF)

In a world of glass and stone
Where stories of the past are shown
We walk the halls of time alone
But now the future calls us home

Touch the past, hold it in your hand
Feel the weight of time in every grain of sand
Through the light of digital dreams
Is it real or just a gleam?

We see the world through glassy eyes
But the spirit still lies in the touch we recognize

Through the lens we see it clear
A history that we hold so near
Virtual hands we reach across
But something still feels like it's lost

Can you feel the ancient art?
Through the screen it falls apart
AI shows us all we've missed
But does it ever truly exist?

Touch the past, hold it in your hand
Feel the weight of time in every grain of sand
Through the light of digital dreams
Is it real or just a gleam?

We see the world through glassy eyes
But the spirit still lies in the touch we recognize

We walk in spaces made of code
Yet marble floors beneath our toes
The pyramids, the palaces
Now pixel-perfect in our homes
Augmented visions fill the air
But do we really see them there?
In every byte, in every line
Are we losing what we left behind?

Can you feel the ancient art?
Through the screen it falls apart
AI guides the curator's hand
But can it truly understand?
Between the future and the past
Where do we stand? How long will it last?
Are we just pixels in the stream?
Or does the heart still feel the dream?

Touch the past, hold it in your hand
Feel the weight of time in every grain of sand
Through the light of digital dreams
Is it real or just a gleam?

We see the world through glassy eyes
But the spirit still lies in the touch we recognize

So touch the past, don't let it fade
In this digital masquerade
The future calls, but don't let go
Of the things that made us long ago