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

At the beginning of the 21st century, when artificial intelligence was first made available to the masses, no one could have predicted the future in which humanity would lose its ability to write.

May Jerry’s Pizza,
Live on forever,
A beacon of happiness,
In a world full of stress.

Farewell, dear Pelé,
The legend we will always keep,
In our hearts and in our minds,
As we lay you down to sleep.

I stand before you,
A concerned citizen,
With a message,
That I hope you’ll listen.

I stood there in despair,
Wondering what to do,
For I had put my all,
Into this painting so new.

For Nero cafe was gone,
Replaced with Pret,
Leaving us with a sense,
Of deep regret.

For the Liquid Landscape,
Is a delicate balance,
A dance between nature,
And the actions of man.