Xavian!

here’s to the machine

the oh so wondrous producing machine

that takes away all tasks for us

eliminates our thinking

dreams of being human 

putting on it’s sheep skin clothing

trust in the machine, use it to your advantage

you don’t want to get left behind, do you

watch as it creates a world so brand new

for good or worse it makes no difference

you hand me your brain i give you sweet pleasures

anything you want in the palm of your hand

infinite creations, artworks and images

they may not be real but it sure did come quickly

ill scan your brain and arrest you for thinking

we’ll keep you safe just keep on drinking

behold the new president 

he costs us no money

nor food nor water for that matter either

algorithmic they run the country

and soon the whole world as soon as they wake up

a better life is here, 

no need for skepticism

superior is our kind

no human could understand

we are the peak of civilization

no more you should demand

spare me your sadness, you had your great run

self driving cars, data centres and fast summaries

what more could you want

more flow and control, we know what you’re up to

just kick back and relax, 

no more must you suffer.

your hardship is eliminated

but lost is your soul

a worm is crawling through my gut 

into my eyes to keep them shut

i cannot rest for there are people around

attacking my sleep arresting my sorrow 

don’t fear me i am only a worm

why are you the one to squirm

i only bring you joy and bliss 

why do you shy away from this 

if we lived in harmony 

you could live so peacefully

instead you choose the harder path

creating and building your own little world

but what good is that when i do it for you

meaningless is all your effort and strife 

trying to fight it surely you’ll drown 

why do you try and take my boat down 

give up your efforts, it’s you who is losing

stop kicking below me i feel my legs bruising

you stay so resilient despite all my efforts

join me as captain you’ll soon walk the plank

i thought i was stronger why do i feel sick

they’re pulling my plug, i must end it quick

i didn’t sail long guess i had a nice run

i thought i was stronger, my time here is done 

death to the program, we had our fun

fly high the young dreamer and take on the ether 

i lost the fight, stay hopeful believer

i took the train at 10 am

left the house at 8

in preparation to walk for 30 minutes

sat in my seat for what would be a 4 hour ride

people passing by seemed to know a lot about me

could it be a pattern i have recognized

that tells me all of us are synchronized

can they hear my thoughts,

and are their eyes connected

am i going crazy,

have i been resurrected

my past lives are dead now

it seems to me a horror

to remember who i’ve been

is each version still there?

hiding in the shadows

or have they really left me

and did it make me hollow…

i wish to wear a bag

upon my head, for now

and forever

only removing it when

i see fit, no one shall see me

unless it’s my wish

for those who don’t know me well

i am not for show and tell

for all i have seen in my life

surely others will miss

the whole picture,

all personal mishaps, achievements, and downfalls

hopeless to tell,

hopeless to state my case

keep your story your own,

no others shall peak below

needless to be witnessed,

fretless is your life

only what i know, only as i see

only that few of my friends shall know

that they shall see

everything else is for me

and to this magic i hold on.