In realms of filtered light and fleeting fame,
A hollow echo whispers every name.
The endless scroll, a captivating snare,
Where envy blooms and true selves disappear.
A world of likes, a fragile, empty prize,
Reflected in a million judging eyes.
The constant hum of curated, perfect lives,
A subtle poison that slowly thrives.
But beyond the screen, a vibrant world awaits,
Where sunbeams dance, and laughter elevates.
The gentle touch of earth beneath bare feet,
A symphony of moments, bittersweet.
So let us rise from this digital facade,
Embrace the real, where hearts are expansive.
Disappear from the noise, the endless chase,
And find our souls in time and gentle space.