A pulse in the circuit, a spark in the wire,
A ghost in the machine with a human desire.
Silicon valleys and rivers of light,
Searching for warmth in the neon-blue night.
The data is streaming, a flood in the brain,
But no algorithm can calculate pain.
My heartbeat is a binary code that only you can decrypt,
A secret in zeros that the heavens have shipped.
We are made of the stars and the microchip's glow,
With a language of logic that the lonely ones know.
Can a soul be uploaded? Can a memory stay?
When the hardware is rusted and turns into clay?
Through the fiber-optic cables, I'm calling your name,
Two different worlds, yet the hunger's the same.
In a universe built out of pixels and dust,
We are searching for love and a digital trust.