upbeat bronze
An Ode to How We Live
*A neon beast,
Its veins pulse with something electric,
Every pulse, a fleeting promise of something more,
Nobody cares about the modern mystic.
We dance in its glow,
Eyes wide with the intoxication of endless screens,
While the moon, our forgotten lover, sighs in the sky,
Drowning in the smog of our ambition for jades and queens.
The streets are rivers of glass,
Reflecting the fractured faces of a generation chasing shadows,
Ghosts of freedom in the labyrinth of concrete dreams,
And true love turns into an withered rose.
We are the children of a silent storm,
Lost in the rhythm of synthetic beats,
Blinding us to the whispers of the wind,
Making our simple traditions incomplete.*
split frigate
royal jasper
acoustic bronze