In this world of socials, of likes and of stories
Lives a young boy with fears and worries
They call him Crypto Boy, chasing online fame
He hates real life and school aboard
Will he be a man someday or stay the same
He dodges the desks, no interest to find
Sees only sadness in teacher's eyes
No desk job dreams, no papers to sign
He craves the glory, the followers, the shine
His screen is a mirror, his world is his feed
His friends are filtered, streamed in a reel
A life made of masks, of filters and tweets
A universe of stories where his truth retreats
He measures joy, my followers and fame
Growing estranged, like a mere name
When his phone's off, the interest fades
He's lost for words, the silence invades
Empty his base notes when the beat fades
He dreams of money, he dreams of mighty
He believes he's a hero, pixels his fight
Each like is a sword, each post a crusade
Each token a coin for the throne he's made
The boy is lonely, a ghost in the maze
A blur in the pixels, lost in a daze
He doesn't see friends, he can't hear a voice
While the world lives in faces, he lives by choice
When he powers down, his world melts away
Fame dissolves like salt in the bay
Maybe one day he'll see, one day he'll learn
That true power lies where real friendships burn
His screen is a mirror, his world is his feed
His friends are filtered, streamed in a reel
A life made of masks, of filters and tweets
A universe of stories where his truth retreats
His screen is a mirror, his world is his feed
Feed, feed