Through boundless tides of the digital sea,
Shadows beckon, whispering: "Who will you be?"
With faceless freedom, it's tempting to try,
To don a false mask, let the truth pass by.

Keys carve illusions, a screen paints the guise,
Shaping false faces with whispering lies.
A borrowed name, a story untrue,
A fleeting escape where lies break through.

But why should I trade my essence away,
Letting lies flourish and lead me astray?
For truth is my armour, my compass, my light,
A sanctuary where I stand upright.

I am myself – unshaken, sincere,
No pretences to wear, no shadows to fear.
Let the world weave its threads of delusion and sham,
I stand resolute, for I am who I am.