Sometimes I see poets’ faces
On faces on the street
On people who walk by
I see the poets’ faces
And I wonder if
It’s a coincidence
That I keep seeing people
Who look like poets
Or maybe
Those poets
Whose faces I see
Are connected with me
And we are bound together
In some spiritual way
Or maybe
It really was the poets themselves
Who I saw walking down the street
It could have been
For all I know
Things Fall Apart Things fall apart That were once so beautiful That it hurts to look back But they had to fall apart So something better Could be built in their place And if you focus only on the possibilities Then it is a good thing That things fell apart...
Artificial Intelligence They've never won They've never lost They've never cried They've never felt joy Or pain They've never had a family Or a dog Or a best friend They've never felt anything Or seen anything Or heard anything They've never tasted the best meal...
Changes are coming Hard and fast Like giant waves One after another Ready or not Here they come Hold your breath And get ready to go under And just when you come up for air Another one comes Before you're ready And you're back under water again Holding your breath...
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