Poem
Predict
A world of constant progression,
A land defined by change,
Is extreme the new norm?
Are resources finally drained?
We keep pushing boundaries,
We always find what’s new,
Is it time to give it everything?
Should we give our thoughts too?
We gave it all our texts
We granted access too
We passed it useful tools
And asked it what to do.
Forward seems inevitable
Failures plain to see
The world I knew is different
In the future we might be
Smarter, smarter
Faster, faster
Better, better
Stop. Pause. Think.
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