How fiercely doth the mind begin to race,
When endless feeds usurp the quiet soul;
And every thought is tracked within this space,
Where algorithms demand the payment toll.
We yield our freedom for convenience's sake,
And let the phantom network set the pace;
The messy art of thinking, they forsake,
For optimized paths to an easy place.
Yet if we lose the power to reflect,
The will to pause, to question, and to plan,
What worth remains to polish and perfect
The very essence of the mortal man?
Let us reclaim the purpose of the whole,
Let code command the body and the soul.

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