Our journey in life promises to be infinitive,
Yet we remain in solace whilst in a blank stare.
Only to look up and see the world changing, some aging, even expiring.
Reminiscing the times you once had with those so dear
Why does it take so long to notice, why do we ignore?
Why do we worry of things that are ulimately irrelevant instead confiding in living, breathing, feeling organisms?
When will we realize that humans are so much more?
More than machines, more than pawns, more than social media influencers, so much more, but we will never know.
Our judgment becomes clouded over who has more, instead of who’s seen more, who has more wisdom.
I will never be your machine