Technology surges forward, relentless,
In every pocket, in every home,
A presence woven into life itself.
It can be a force for good,
Simplifying, connecting, making life swift—
Or a shadow, darkening our lives,
Spreading whispers, fracturing trust.
Confusing, restless, always in flux,
A tide that will never recede.

Brilliance works in every corner,
Forging what humanity craves.
It has become a vital pulse,
A necessity, an unyielding urge.
Without it, some unravel, adrift,
For to many, technology is everything,
And anything else is a distant echo.
A condition born of need,
An addiction without end—
This is the age of the screen.