We live in cold screens
Lights shine brighter than the sky
Touches slide, they don't touch
Who still feels what's real?

Profiles that never sleep
Faces trapped in illusion
The silence of a glance
Got lost in the connection

Can it be real?
Or just digital?
Can it be real?
Or is everything virtual?

The world asks for no password
Doesn't need a signal
It beats, it bleeds
Imperfect, yet vital

Likes are not embraces
Followers are not voice
Life is flesh and wind
But who remembers us?