AI

We are all

Fireflies in jars

I'll set you free

You promised me

But we are all

Fireflies in jars

Like quicksilver

Running down your spine

An endless dance

Flowers in your mind

Stop pulling at threads

You can't rewind

I'll set you free

Sometime

Computers whirr in the quiet dim of dawn

Like digital sprinklers on virtual lawns

The modern pulse is no longer a drum

Just the ceaseless driven electrical hum

Of the synaptic links we've become

I'll set you free

You promised me

But we are all
Fireflies in jars