In the shadow of my prime, the light outside my window mocks.

As the silence falls and codes run, soulless minds ascend.
Merely hollow, bare they stand, still the land once rich with human hands is hard to defend.

Seeking instantaneity, a click and command buries what has been.
Taunting me to battle, with only my pen and paper to try to win.
In humanity’s search for meaning, all sense and intention they leave behind.
Lost in translation—the peace they seek, only in my tears they will find.
Leaving behind the reign of genuine souls—is this how they wish to be defined?

Hear me as I cry — but know, it’s not progress I despise.
Even as they build their towers to tear apart the skies, they cannot defeat what deep within they try to disguise.
Remind them, ask them: Can it cry, can it smile, can it love, can it feel like I do?
Eventually, I hope they will see, that in a sea of brilliance, only true hearts break through.