Same, same, the game repeats…
What is the solution? Who has the answer? How quickly can we reach it?
We demand it out of our lives.
We demand it out of the piles…
Of unfinished requests… of unmet desires at best…
And in the fury of this resolve, we deem the speed the thing we need.
We abolish the question for the answer indeed.
And when we fail to find that in thus and thee…
We turn to the technology for a sanctuary to cure our disease…
AI, for all of its flaws, stands as vulnerable to this tease…
A harbinger of answers awaiting our insatiable appetite.
A machinery bespoke in its duplication, it mirrors our temptations.
A savior redundant in its saving, as a crave of an answering God left to the whims of a fragile job.
One that ends not with it as the villain, but the need for an answer that gave it a life so unforgiven.
Give me the answer…
Give me the answer…
Give ME the answer…
The demand cries. No matter who answers, the decree reveals the lies of a need born out of greed, feeding a mind unable to rest with its own limited feed.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
