AMID - Dreams in a mechanical world

Dreams in a mechanical world
Eyes to the sky, full of digital suns,
in the corridors of illusion where hearts are empty.
Bees made of metal dance across the meadows without color,
and words turn to sand in the rivers of dreams.
Universal vote, anything is possible,
but where are the feelings, what are they hiding?
In the silence of light, where questions are born,
on the edge of reality, existence dissolves.