I wake up to the hum of a screen,
A million voices telling me who I should be.
Lost in pixels, trying to break free,
Searching for the part that's truly me, me.
Caught in the static, fading in and out,
But I'm learning to quiet the noise and doubt.
I'm finding me in the machine,
Through the chaos, I feel seen.
In a world that's so automated,
I'm learning I'm not outdated.
Scrolling through, the faces all the same,
But deep inside, I've lit my own flame.
Bits and bytes can't hold my soul,
I'm breaking out, taking back control.
I'm finding me in the machine,
Through the chaos, I feel seen.
In a world that's so automated,
I'm learning I'm not outdated.
In the lights and wires, I reclaim my fire,
An individual spark that will never tire.