We walk in sync, yet never arrive,
Chasing a place we can’t describe.
Our silence echoes through routine,
In glitched-out hearts and vacant screens.
Distracted minds with restless eyes,
Drawn to everything, yet feeling dry.
We think alike, we move the same,
Each step rehearsed inside this game.
We're lost in loops we didn’t choose,
Trapped in static, built to lose.
A thousand paths, yet all confined
No one escaped.
No one rewinds.
We are static souls in a system's grip,
Drowning slow in a pixelated trip.
Artist
spellamin
Reality
NIL