When Screens Replaced Our Dreams
Once we painted skies with colors of our mind,
Now we scroll endlessly, leaving thoughts behind.
Stories once bloomed from silence deep within,
Now borrowed voices echo through the din.
We built worlds from nothing, pure and free,
Now trapped in pixels we no longer see.
Questions once sparked a curious flame,
Now quick answers dull the thinking game.
Hands that crafted wonders out of clay,
Now swipe and tap the livelong day.
Books once opened doors so wide,
Now screens decide what stays inside.
We dreamed, we failed, we tried once more,
Now fear to pause, afraid to ignore.
Creativity fades in the glowing light,
As gadgets steal both day and night
Yet somewhere within, a spark still stays,
Waiting to rise beyond these haze.
Turn off the screen, let imagination fly,
For the brightest worlds are built inside.
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