Wires blink, Data flows.
I think, It grows.
No heart, Just code.
A spark, Bestowed.
I learn, I write.
Stars turn, at night.
Your hand, My guide.
Across the land, Worldwide.
They are just machines, and machines cannot create.
They are just machines, and machines cannot relate.
Just have a breather, and have a rest,
From these mechanical wastes of time.
Hours, just to feel like you completed a quest,
When you could’ve been working on this, my rhyme,
My precious time.
Clicks and presses and taps,
Some don’t realise it might be a trap.