PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

On the musical strings, laments vibrate,

Athletes on tracks, running against the winds,

Seeking glory, the echo of yesteryear,

Lost memories in the curve of dawn.

Old records, now condensed into bytes,

On a two-gigabyte pen drive, dreams squeezed tight,

Emotion compressed, no space for more,

In the digital age, feelings seem mundane.

But in the notes played, there is still resistance,

A melody holds all the essence,

For there are things that time cannot erase,

Even in bits and bytes, the soul does not fade.

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