Clouds and Concrete

The tension between the digital and the real has become personal

You're so abstract, so unreal,
A ghost in code, a mind of steel.
Data models float on high,
Far removed from earth and sky.

You speak in tables, rows, and charts,
But never hear the beating hearts.
You dazzle with your clean reports,
But miss the soul in life's retorts.

No trace of sweat, no salty tears,
No aching love, no haunted fears.
The graphs you draw are cold and neat—
But never touch the dusty street.

We dance in chaos, laugh, and cry,
You watch in silence from the sky.
Where we are messy, raw, and loud,
You vanish in a sterile cloud.

Two worlds apart—so near, so far,
One lit by screens, one by a star.
You show me trends, but not what's true.
I bleed in red—you print in blue.

Clean and dirty. Lie and fact.
Heart and logic, soul and act.
We're echoes through a fractured seal—
You're so abstract,
And I'm so real.