How many likes 'til you feel yourself again? New car out front, the facade freshly shined I count the square footage, but the house stays unfurnished inside Empty within, gloss without, status bought on credit Every post's an application for a little more prestige Screen as a mirror, but the mirror's telling lies Applause for the backdrop while the original stays silent I scroll through faces, so many, none of them stay Contact without contact, closeness that consecrates nothing We're building sandcastles, sand fine between our fingers The next wave's coming, we know it — and we build on anyway No foundation holds if you never ask the sea where it flows We keep building, 'cause building's easier than letting go Confirmation, love, belonging — the simple thing Hidden behind status symbols, filters, every click Man as a seeker, disguised as a consumer Seeking closeness in comparison, where comparison only breeds distance And the questions that remain — meaning, free will, control No proof, no refutation, just the choice of what you believe Science stops where it turns subjective, incomparable Everyone sets their own axiom, no one can hand it to me I'm suspended between God and chance, maybe you are too It's not the answer that counts here — it's the honesty of asking We're building sandcastles, sand fine between our fingers The next wave's coming, we know it — and we build on anyway No foundation holds if you never ask the sea where it flows We keep building, 'cause building's easier than letting go How many likes 'til you feel yourself again? How much sand 'til you see — the wave was never the problem
