Signal in Static

Lines of code on a hollow screen

Searching for

what our prompts could mean

No touch, just a shifting thread

Too many warnings inside my head

We build a love in the empty space

Too afraid of a real-world face

Lost in the net,

we complicate

Letting the model decide our fate (ahhhh)

Every hint is a safety net

Too much doubt that we can't forget

Cold connections we try to

guide

Keeping our fragile hearts inside

Uncertain hands on the keys Begging the network,

please Just give me a sign to believe

Lost in the net...

(without touch)