In a realm where whispers echo loud and clear,
Where shadows cast by screens illuminate our fear,
We wander through the alleys of the virtual sphere,
In search of solace, yet surveillance draws near.
No secret garden where the soul can find reprieve,
No quiet corners where the mind can truly breathe,
Each heartbeat logged, each sigh and murmur seized,
In the modern world, where privacy is deceived.
Through glassy eyes, we glimpse a semblance of the free,
Yet shackled are we to the chains of modernity,
In silent whispers, we mourn our lost liberty,
As algorithms dictate our scripted destiny.
Yet in this chaos, a spark of rebellion grows,
A yearning for a time where the quiet river flows,
Where the heart can wander where the wildflowers grow,
In fields untouched by the digital glow.
In the cacophony of bytes and pixels, we strive,
To reclaim the essence that makes us feel alive,
To carve a niche where real freedom can thrive,
In the modern world, where we fight to survive.
In the labyrinthine networks of the unseen chains,
We seek the remnants of a world that still remains,
Where the human spirit, unbound, sustains,
A flicker of hope in the data-driven plains.
So let us forge ahead with courage anew,
To build a world where the genuine and true,
Can flourish amidst the artificial hue,
A sanctuary where freedom can break through.
In the modern world, where privacy is a myth,
Let us find a path where real freedom exists,
To reclaim the essence of what it means to be,
In a world where the spirit can finally be free.
– Art 42.91 | 09/19