ΤΑΚΗΣ ΧΡΟΝΟΠΟΥΛΟΣ ''Dreams compressed to pixels''

''Dreams compressed to pixels'' - Takis Chronopoulos ©

The world stands trembling on a thinning line,
a breath between collapse and revelation.
Nations grind their teeth in sleepless orbit,
trading fire for fire, forgetting the cost
of a single human pulse.

Values once carved in stone
now flicker like cheap neon,
drowned by the endless scroll
a river of faces without stories,
voices without breath,
dreams compressed to pixels
and sold back to us as truth..

We wander through the glare,
hungry for a purpose we can name,
for a vision that does not vanish
the moment we touch it.
But the horizon is crowded
with hollow prophets,
and the future feels like a room
with all the windows sealed.

Still ,
beneath the noise,
the spectacle,
the choreography of fear,
something ancient stirs.
A memory of balance..
whisper of direction.
A vow that the human spirit
was not made for sleepwalking.

If we dare to lift our eyes
from the glittering illusions,
if we dare to stand still
in the storm of distraction,
we may yet remember
that every turning point
begins in silence
and every vision
is born from those
who refuse to look away ..

(March, 12, 2026)