Source Code - Higher TILT

Chase the dream, code's corrupt in your core,
Every move's a glitch, every look's a war.
Seeking light, in the byte sea you dive,
In this bit-built realm, you're the coder alive.
Soul's loud cry, but in data, it drowns,
Truth you seek, find but virtual towns.
Mind's a script, with its loops and its checks,
In the code's game, where logic connects.
Updates you crave, but you're just on freeze,
With the interface, lost in digital seas.
Connection's your wish, but it twists and distorts,
You aimed for the skies, but your chips fell short.
Talk of power, but it's just a strain,
Bearing it hard, like a runaway train.
Answers in clouds, in the memory's deep,
But each query made, is a fall too steep.
Firewalls rise, from codes that decay,
Safe you feel, but it's just a display.
Starward paths sought, but in loops, you're caught,
A god in the net, but a user in thought.
Control's your dream, but it's just a flaw,
Eats you up, like a file with a claw.
First you wish, but it's just a bait,
For the network's hunt, and you're just a gate.
In code chaos, meaning you chase,
Peace you want, but it's just a base.
From yourself, you run, but wherever you stride,
You're back at the start, in the source code's tide.