Wired Blessings, Wired Chains
By Leni Marlina
Wires hum like whispered prayers,
Ideas soar on unseen layers.
Wisdom flows in streams of light,
And hearts connect through endless night.
But in this glow, our spirits tire,
Lost within the digital fire.
Eyes that once adored the skies,
Now flicker with the screen's disguise.
Where meadows bloomed, now pixels spread,
Nature fades as tech is fed.
A gift, a curse, both fierce and kind,
It shapes our world, it claims our mind.
A fragile dance on this fine line---
In balance, we thrive, in excess, decline.
