Plugs and wires grasp the reign to power , humanity falters on life's edge.
Yet, humans persist in the pursuit of perfection.
We are the architects of our own demise,
Our image fading in the facade of our perfected world.

A sense of alienation pervades,
Insecurities and inevitable changes fuel our quest for truth.
Now, we battle the very creations we've spawned.
We are entangled in a web of doubt.

AI, an art devoid of emotional depth.
The world transitioned towards emotional detachment,
A result we should expect,
With AI aligning closely with our envisioned evolution.

Art over AI, yet man in times of creative block resort to AI.
Striving for flawless precision, exact angles, and poetic rhyme.
Rectifying our imperfections becomes obsolete.

Why not embrace both Art and AI?
Why not master both through integration?
Why sacrifice one for the other?
Why trade one existence for another?
For who will lend a voice to the silent scribe's soul?


© chayansays...