CAGED IN GLASS

We scroll like monks in silent prayer,

Heads bowed not in reverence, but in despair.

Chained not by iron, but by light,

Imprisoned in pixels morning and night.

A thousand friends, and yet alone,

Together apart, hearts turned to stone.

We trade our minds for dopamine,

In little doses from a glowing screen.

Each swipe, a subtle theft of soul,

Each like, a lie that we control.

Our eyes forget the sky above,

Our hands forget the ones we love.

They sold us dreams through apps and code,

But never told the cost we owed.

They built a world that's always near,

But one that silences what we hold dear.

A.I. whispers what to wear,

How to think, and what to share.

But doesn’t speak of how it feels

To touch the grass, to spin the wheels.

We don’t look up, we don’t look in,

We scroll to lose, we scroll to win.

But all we gain are fleeting views

Of curated lives we didn’t choose.

Once, we were wild, full of fire,

Now, we’re batteries for the empire.

And every moment that we lend

To glowing screens might mark our end.

So break the glass, reclaim the day,

Touch a soul, not just a display.

Let silence speak, let nature teach,

And find the life beyond your reach.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁