In the glow of screens, I escape,
A world rebuilt from light and wire,
Where borders blur and time forgets itself.
I slip between the lines of code,
A dreamer awake in a dream not my own.

I wear new skins, shape new lives,
Where gravity bends to my will
And distance is an illusion,
A memory of the world outside,
Fading with each step deeper in.

The ground beneath me sings, not solid,
But imagined, crafted by invisible hands,
Guiding me through endless skies,
Where no stars shine, only pixels glow
With a light softer than the sun.

I am everything and nothing,
A ghost in this synthetic space,
Where feelings rise like data streams
And I forget the weight of my body,
The pulse of the earth beneath my feet.

I drift between the lines of code,
a flicker in the digital haze,
untethered from the soil that once held me.
My thoughts dissolve into the ether,
a constellation of fragmented dreams,
as I search for meaning in the hum of circuits,
but find only echoes of what I used to be.

In this world of ones and zeros,
I am infinite yet unseen,
both creator and shadow,
lost in the rhythm of a world not mine.
And still, somewhere deep, I crave the tangible,
the warmth of sunlight on my skin,
the sound of rain on an open window."

In this place, I lose myself to found truths,
Where the limits of reality dissolve
Like mist in a morning of codes.
But even here, in this world not real,
I feel something true, something deep,
A connection beyond the screen.



© Bobby Priest