In the heart of Futureland's haze,
Where bits and bytes paint neon days,
I drift through circuits humming loud,
A ghost in tech's electric shroud.
Each pixel whispers tales untold,
Of dreams spun thin by binary code.
I wander through this digital cold,
With echoes of my own voice, I'm bold.
In realms where time is just a file,
The past and future intertwine,
As data streams with endless wile,
And memories loop in loops divine.
Here logic breaks down under strain,
And every thought's a glitch to find.
I breathe the air of bits and brain,
A digital nomad, left behind.
But still I search for truth unplugged,
In circuits where reality's blurred.
For in this world that I've strung up,
There lies a heart, an honest rug.
-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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