I am reduced to a category
in the digital lifestyle.
The big giants govern me
Try tricks to entice me
To make it seems savoury
Feed me with bits that will modify me.
AI, advertisements and data,
they'll come together for business
Reduce me to a row of my criteria
They will see they can manipulate
with the day and time of my play.
They know exactly how I will simulate
At the least they have me ready
with the sentiment and numbers to calculate,
And it is only starting to be integrated.
Soon, the super intelligence would rule,
Being omniscient and omnipresent,
A new god on cue.

Oh, hearts so close, yet worlds apart,
Thoughts whispered softly, a work of art.
Differing views, like stars that shine,
Each soul unique, a treasure mine.

To share my thoughts, a leap of faith,
A vulnerable soul, in nature's wraith.
Your words so casual, yet meanings deep,
A hidden sorrow, a silent weep.

I filter words, with care and grace,
To mend the world, and find my place.
Yet minds may differ, like distant shores,
Each soul a mystery, forevermore.

A frequency gap, a silent plea,
To connect with hearts, wild and free.
Beneath the surface, a hidden strife,
Are we as saintly as we claim our life?

I have judged my thoughts
and they are no good
they come and go.

Ecstasy feeling
it's cut-cutting through me
It's like getting everything
a divine inspiration.

Greater than the sound
It's filling me loud
contemplating about going
a complete surrender
It's going to stop now.
Going upwards.