Digital Era: Downloaded Souls

[Dema]

We no longer breathe the living air
We are wired and plugged into the matrix of internet air.
We have been promised the infinite contentment.
In our hi-tech science experiment,
Our souls downloaded into machines of Digital Era
and coming of Futurist Transhuman Age.
Like turning of another page.

We have thousand names and faces,
You can’t trace our traces.
We travel with speed of light,
On bright screens of might!
Only human hand can turn us off and on.
We are like the pulse or endless song,
Always existed yet we never exist in upcoming dawn!