Do architects miss building up sand castles?
Their time's now occupied by modern hastles.
It gives me some peace to lapse in simplicity,
how I once, for fun, wrote these verses so easily.
But, now, my modern focus goes beyond what my pen did.
I create complex connections, and they are all splendid.
We live in a world where chat gpt mimics our writing
and copies conceptions I bottled like lightning.
Yet, I am alive, and I can feel...
my temporary nature knows what it means to heal
rather than the non-biological phantasms and minds
who cannot phathom what happens in yours, nor mine.
So now my pen, which is mightier than the swords
comes freestyling out with realtime rhyming words.
And I focus with lenses, cameras, and lights
composing songs about darkness contrasting delights.
What once was the peak of my craft and achievment
is now a break among chaos - it's hard to believe it.
So, as I face modern taxations, and complex hastles
I wistfully write this - like piling sand onto castles.
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