In times of rapid change and pixel light,
Where screens become the windows of our soul,
We seek connection in the digital night,
A global village, yet a fragmented whole.

Each morning brings a flood of fleeting news,
A carousel of joy, despair, and rage.
In endless streams, our consciousness renews,
Yet deeper truths the headlines ne'er engage.

In this vast web where thoughts and dreams are shared,
We find our voices, yet feel more alone.
For all the likes and comments, none compared
To simple joys of laughter, flesh, and bone.

In modern pulses, let us not forget,
True connection, in the human net we're set.