In this city even the air turns into data,
I breathe in — the server logs me in a little later.
The sky’s blue trapped inside my open palm,
Screens split reality, reel after calm.
Philosophy asks me, “Who am I?”
Science replies, “But tell me why.”
The city whispers, “Move fast or fall behind.”
Philosophy asks, science replies — time outruns the mind.
We measure light in lux, love in likes,
Hearts run on code, mistakes show up as spikes.
Time is an update, memories cached,
Death is a notification — relationships crash.
Am I just neurons miscounted inside,
Or a conscious question the universe hides?
The echo of the Big Bang still rings in my ear,
Is that why loneliness feels this deep and severe?
Night means blue light, melatonin dies,
Dreams live in the cloud — downloaded, not alive.
If souls exist, what frequency are they on?
Is love a particle, or a wave moving on?
When you come closer, space and time bend,
All my equations break — I stop pretending.
Am I just neurons miscounted inside,
Or a conscious question the universe writes?
Every equation turns false in a breath,
When you say, “I’m here — within your orbit.”
In this city signals outnumber the soul,
So your love feels like fate, not a goal.
In this city even the air turns into data,
I breathe in — the server logs me in a little later.
The sky’s blue trapped inside my open palm,
Screens divide everything we call calm.
Philosophy asks me, “Who am I?”
Science replies, “But tell me why.”
The city says, “Survive fast — don’t slow down.”
