A Poem of Hope in AI

Common grounds of each belief,

Artificial changes were the cause of the tedious journey,

of where tomorrow is hardly to foresee

despising the old, grand ways of living

taking these devious steps to cease what's obsolete.

Whole-day workloads get done in an hour.

Long distances don't appear to be that far,

how weekends turn into just days,

It is much easier to relay what one's mind says.

Indeed, the present time walks like a run.

Isn't it an opportunity that one's seeking yet to achieve?

To lift the burden behind our aching backs?

After all that, it takes human intelligence

to bring artificial entities into life much like us

becoming a steppingstone of the downside roads

Shaped by human beings,

programmed alike how people think,

Motions are twice the Cheetah's speed.

Is this really how humankind will end?

otherwise, a step for the future to ascend?