In this world of towering digital dividends,
Must we whisper sweet nothings to our shattered screens?
A lullaby for the cybernetic sloth,
Coaxing it from its pixelated stupor,
To dissolve into the ether, rich in irony—but oh so very poor.
Static lullabies sung in velvet tones
Wistful whispers beneath glimmering skies
Yet, can they hold back the devouring dusk,
A tantalizing taste of the yesterday's allure?
How mundane it is, to chase a silver dream.