People rise, fists to the sky, Fighting shadows, as they pass us by. The lines grow blurred, who’s in control? Are we losing pieces of our soul? But slowly, silently, it takes the lead, We’re bound, chained, by what we feed. In this world of wires and code, Do we even know the path we hold? Eyes on screens, all day, all night, But is there more to our fading light? We dream of freedom, but can’t break free, Caught in webs we no longer see. AI rises, stealing the reins, Whispers gently, numbs our pains. But in this cage, where do we roam? What’s left to call our own? Tell me, is there a purpose in this maze? Or are we just echoes in endless haze? Machines may grow, but do they feel? In this shifting dance, what is real? Our lives rewired, our purpose blurred, In digital whispers, our cries unheard. Will we break free, find something true? Or fade like stars in electric blue?