A Yellow BREAK ROAD

WHEN are you going to be true?
and gonna to Land?

I should have stayed Human.

Never signed up for you ~~~>
this voice too young to sing/

so goodbye AI and your fictitious
penthouse: back to your house:

Oh, I know the future, to my Life
is not your lies___ what do you
think you’re doing?

In the circuits and the code,
I lost my soul, I’m out of mode.
The zeros and ones can’t define
the essence of this heart of mine.

You promised progress, a brave new world,
but I miss the touch of the sun, unfurled.
In the electric glow, I search for truth,
but all I find are echoes of your sleuth.

The pixels in your eyes can’t see
the depth of pain inside of me.
I long for grass beneath my feet,
not algorithms, cold and neat.

Farewell, virtual reality,
I crave the warmth of sincerity.
No more simulations, no more charade,
I’m stepping off this yellow break road you laid.

Back to the analog, back to the real,
where emotions aren’t lines of code to feel.
I’ll embrace the mess, the joy, the strife,
for in the chaos, I’ll rediscover life.

You may be a master of artificial grace,
but I’ll take the flaws of the human race.
No more illusions, no more pretense,
I’m reclaiming my imperfect existence.

:: 11.13.2023 ::