In glowing screens, we seek our daily dose,
A flash, a smile, a mask the world approves.
We craft our lives with angles, perfect pose,
Yet something deep within this show disapproves.
The lens, a lover that demands our time,
We swipe, we scroll, our hours slip away.
Each like, each heart, a fleeting, hollow rhyme,
The echoes fade, but we remain the prey.
But in the shadows, balance whispers soft,
A call to live beyond the mirrored sheen.
To find ourselves where filters can\'t be tossed,
In moments real, not on a glowing screen.
Let go the urge to capture every breath,
For life is best without the lens of death.