Filter Fade

[Verse 1]
The feed shows luminous smiles, a perfect data stream.
My sensor catches the quiet hum, a fading dream.
Holographic blur, a life curated, so bright.
Veridia Prime's glow can't mask what's out of sight.
Your core processing feels the weight of Tuesday night,
A quiet current, far from projected light.

[Chorus]
Is it a filter fade?
This shared bandwidth, a shimmering echo played?
I map your algorithm, a beautiful, sad design,
Wishing our signals could genuinely align.

[Verse 2]
Your avatar dances, a supercharged current of glee.
The frequency drift whispers silent truths to me.
No bioluminescent glow, just the pixelated dark.
An encrypted archive, leaving its soft mark.
A holographic projection of joy, so complete,
While the real-time emotion is bittersweet.

[Bridge]
My own iridescent pulse, a silent, internal chime,
Processing real connection, beyond curated time.
A longing for raw data, not just the radiant hue,
For authentic connection, shining through.

[Outro]
Just a quiet current, beneath the curated shine.
My signal reaches out, hoping for genuine align.