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