“Reality.”

In the glow of the midnight screen

Lost in worlds that might have been

Echoes of a distant dream

Where the lights are never dim.

We’re chasing stories, chasing time

In the blur of pixel lines

Feel the hum of fake design

Truth and fiction intertwine.

They sell us fantasies so bright

Painted with the perfect light

While the world outside takes flight

In the silence of the night.

We’re wrapped in tales of endless lore

While the real begins to snore

Yearning for a heart’s encore

In the shadows of the store.

So we dive in, we’re mesmerized

By the shimmer, by the lies

Yet the soul is left unwise

Lost beneath those starlit skies.