It’s very easy to get lost, in this life,
Constant distractions, other people, too different sounds,
We often forget our purpose, preparing our soul,
Thinking about things we do not see, that are always around.
Angels, messengers, certain events, your six sense, inside,
Arrive to each of us at different moments, some, at the perfect time,
Why some people, you trust anytime, others a question in your mind.
Everyone, is lost in this life, no one has yet, forever stayed,
We are each on a different journey, our soul travels, many times,
And it has nothing to do, with how much money, you spent,
In this life, or what you have, at the end of your line.
We each have a different length, in time, also a different pace,
Why is there pressure today on humans, to think, life is a race?
Or mind and brain keep us alive every day, many trying to make us insane,
Computers, faster than, we think, now many do not try to think,
It’s accepted just to say, hey google, get a wrong answer, or maybe right,
You didn’t learn anything, letting your brain rust, it was quick as a wink.
Humans evolve, change, over years, think ahead generations, the human,
Thought process, could be rotted away, they will not know of, or think,
Of their soul, now artificial intelligence, do not let it take over your soul,
Will computers be implanted in babies, in future days ?
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 11/07/2024 AD Philosopher
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 7:52 AM UTC
It’s very easy to get lost, in this life,
Constant distractions, other people, too different sounds,
We often forget our purpose, preparing our soul,
Thinking about things we do not see, that are always around.
Angels, messengers, certain events, your six sense, inside,
Arrive to each of us at different moments, some, at the perfect time,
Why some people, you trust anytime, others a question in your mind.
Everyone, is lost in this life, no one has yet, forever stayed,
We are each on a different journey, our soul travels, many times,
And it has nothing to do, with how much money, you spent,
In this life, or what you have, at the end of your line.
We each have a different length, in time, also a different pace,
Why is there pressure today on humans, to think, life is a race?
Or mind and brain keep us alive every day, many trying to make us insane,
Computers, faster than, we think, now many do not try to think,
It’s accepted just to say, hey google, get a wrong answer, or maybe right,
You didn’t learn anything, letting your brain rust, it was quick as a wink.
Humans evolve, change, over years, think ahead generations, the human,
Thought process, could be rotted away, they will not know of, or think,
Of their soul, now artificial intelligence, do not let it take over your soul,
Will computers be implanted in babies, in future days ?
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 11/07/2024 AD Philosopher
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