Crooked Paths and Digital Dreams
Tread alleys lit by neon streams,
Where pixelation awaken dreams.
Guiding us on crooked paths.
Our thumbs spark night’s revolution,
Each swipe ignites a plan anew.
Fugitive hopes slip through eager hands,
Chasing cries that rise from distant lands.
Where voices rise for justice,
In flash and flare, their embers glow,
Then drift and fade like ashes in the snow.
We seek our truths in pixel frames,
Trading flesh and blood for coded names.
Lost in a maze of avatars,
Our hearts beat soft in binary nights,
Longing for touch beyond these glowing lights.
With every tag and hashtag of hope,
Old battles stir and bid us to cope.
A ghost of history stirs beneath.
Though roads diverge and dark-eyes scheme,
Fugitive dreams still chase the gleam.

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