In cities built on silver streams,
We chase the echoes of our dreams.
A sky alive in neon glow,
Where endless data rivers flow.
The holograms dissolve like mist,
A whisper lost, a world dismissed.
Yet engines hum and circuits spark,
A symphony beyond the dark.
What lies ahead, what lingers past?
Can future echoes truly last?
Or are we bound in wired fate,
A code we cannot desecrate?
But hope remains in fleeting light,
Reflected in the stars so bright.
For even in a world of steel,
The heart can dream, the soul can feel.
And in the spaces left unknown,
Where distant cosmic winds are blown,
Our echoes call—beyond, above,
A future carved in endless love.