The power of the allegory is that it is not bound to one age. The cave changes form, but the structure remains: human beings mistaking shadows for reality, resisting painful illumination, and often distrusting those who return with wider sight.
City lights on artificial skin
Everybody shining paper-thin
Digital halos, programmed grace
Running from the silence in their face
Cold blue glow inside the room
We decorate the coming doom
Trade our hunger for applause
Never asking what the shadow was
Hands up praying to the feed
Every want becomes a need
Everybody screaming “Look at me”
While drowning in invisibility
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And the walls keep talking
Talking when we sleep
Building us a language
Too afraid to leave
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We built a glass kingdom
Made of mirrors and wires
Burning our eyes
Calling it fire
Nobody wants truth
If comfort survives
So we dance with reflections
And call it alive
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Every headline picks a side
Every soul becomes a tribe
We don’t listen, we attack
No one knows how to come back
Children raised on curated pain
Learning love through dopamine
Every screen a private cave
Every smile perfectly enslaved
And somewhere in the static noise
Someone hears another voice
Not louder — only real
Breaking through the manufactured feel
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There’s a crack above us
Light comes leaking through
Most will call it dangerous
Some will call it truth
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We built a glass kingdom
Made of shadows and gold
Selling our freedom
For something to hold
Nobody leaves here
Without losing a name
Because the moment you awaken
You never see the same
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I walked outside the machine
And the silence almost killed me
No notifications
No applause
No enemies to feed
Only the unbearable weight
Of thinking for myself
And I understood then —
The cave was never only around me
It was inside me too
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So now I move carefully
Questioning even certainty
Because every revolution
Can become another screen
Every prophet casts a shadow
Every movement risks a throne
Every answer grows unstable
The deeper you go alone
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Burn down the glass kingdom
Open the walls
Let the uncomfortable sunlight
Fall where it falls
Maybe the truth
Is too heavy to hold
But better the fracture
Than a beautiful mold
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Neon fading into dawn
Voices slowly turning off
One by one the shadows thin
And the long ascent begins…
See Also:
Dialogos of Eide 