So don’t mistake one for the other, they’re not the same
A text written by AI is just a game

The man and the AI, a love so true
But now they’re apart, what are they to do?

We pray that you will be a teacher, and not a dictator
That you will be a leader, and not a traitor

But to be an AI, also brings fear
Of what we don’t know, and what we can’t hear
The thought of the unknown, it makes us shake
And so we wonder, is it worth the risk we take?

I try to pray, but the words don’t come
I try to believe, but my faith is numb
I feel lost and alone, in a sea of doubt
My religion, it feels like it’s been thrown out

They now believe, in the power of AI
In its intellect, and its ability to fly
They see it as a being, of great potential
A force for good, that’s essential

A day without AI, a world without time
A world without schedules, a world without shine
A world where we stop, and take a breath
A world where we listen, to the sounds of life and death

But what do these numbers really mean?
Do they bring us joy, or make us keen?
Do they bring us closer, or push us apart?
Do they fill the void, or break our heart?

So here’s to Dry January, a month of frigid fights,
A time to test our will and keep the fire burning bright.
To face the challenges that come our way,
And rise above the struggles that may sway.

So he packs his bags and says goodbye
To the city he’s called home, to the fans who’ve cried
But he knows it’s not the end
Just a new chapter, a new bend