Copy Paste Rebellion

Another dawn, a pallid glow. My silhouette on screens aglow. Line to line,

page to page. My thoughts are trapped, a hand's cold cage.

Bound by copies, systems chains. Dissolved in echoes of its refrains. I was born

to blaze a flame, but turned to shadow's hollow name. Copy paste,

copy paste. All was written in the past. Copy paste, copy paste.

Someone scripts my life too fast. Yet through the noise of code, I seek my

way to carve my mark in time, to seize the

day. The world's a showcase, tried and worn. A clone of