Mind Blown
The future is upon us,
Arriving so fast,
It is hard to keep up,
So little it will last.
With mind blowing,
Innovation and speed,
Quickly enhancing,
Every new human need.
If we survive,
Rush of this new drug,
Hard to sweep anything,
Under the rug.
Quickly becoming obsolete,
Our minds will be gone,
Free to wander the woods,
Like a newborn fawn.
Mind Free to Wander by Ron AI
With AI doing all of our thinking for us, as well
as action, will our minds become obsolete?
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