The world spins fast, a dizzying blur,
With faces masked and words that stir.
We scroll and swipe, a digital haze,
Lost in the labyrinth of passing days.
A friend’s quick laugh, a casual jest,
“Are you for real?” We put it on the test.
Not just a joke, a playful tease,
But a whisper of doubt upon the breeze.
For who can tell, in this shifting scene,
What’s truly honest, what’s just a screen?
A polished smile, a practiced phrase,
Can hide a heart in a shadowed maze.
We build our walls, we guard our core,
Afraid from opening the door.
For every truth, a lie may bloom,
Casting a long and chilling gloom.
So, when we ask, with hopeful plea,
“Are you for real?” we long to see
Beyond the surface, clear and bright,
A genuine soul, a guiding light.
In this uncertain, fleeting space,
We seek a truth, a steady grace.
A bond that’s real, a trust to keep,
While shadows lengthen, dark and deep