You Will Own Nothing Not Happy
Two hundred feet above the ground,
Our lives consist of endless nothing's.
Earth is all but destroyed by our hands,
People below scattered here & there, not wanting the life I chose.
Governments have abandoned us.
AI is our keeper.
The plan set long ago.
Promises given.
Promises taken.
Nothing to look forward to.. Only death.
Courtyard an hour a day,
Person or AI?
Can't tell anymore?!
Despair..
Hopelessness..
No thoughts allowed.
I look below,
Envy.
Copyright © Nunn Sheree | Year Posted 2024
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