Cubed Reflections
Reflection
Within the glass, a mirror of the soul,
A man stands, cloaked in light's embrace.
Cubed reflections dance, a digital ballet,
Each pane a window to the future's face.
The city breathes through circuits, alive and bright,
A symphony of blue and neon glow.
The man, a sentinel, stands firm and tight,
A guardian of the digital flow.
The glass encases, yet it does not bind,
For in its transparency lies the truth.
A journey of self, a mind unconfined,
In the embrace of technology's youth.
The viewer sees, yet sees themselves as well,
For in the glass, we all are one.
The past, the present, and the future swell,
In this moment, we are all alone.
Yet, in this solitude, a bond is found,
A shared reflection, a shared dream.
The glass dissolves, the barriers are down,
And in the light, we find our team.
Cubed Reflections, a tale of glass and light,
A mirror of the soul, a mirror of the mind.
In its embrace, we find our true delight,
A journey of self, where all is intertwined.