What I'm Doing

I am getting closer,
To who I want to be,
Not closer than I've ever been before,
'Cause I've always been me,

What I mean is that I will never be,
What I hope to be soon,
For if I'm ever satisfied with me,
It will mean that I am at my own fune-

Eril. You see, where else can you do this?
Moments lost and fore'er,
Imagine you were put on this earth now,
With no existing cares,

What would you do?
I'll tell you what I would,
Exactly what I am doing right now,
Because I have always done what I should.

C'mon AI

What will you do, A.I.,
To make my life better?
Make food free and deliver it to me?
Well, you are halfway there.

Answer how much I really need to live,
To live without the fear,
My lifestyle can't be sustained forever,
Just in case the government disappears.

Show us humans how to distribute wealth,
So no one needs to work,
Make realities to satisfy needs,
That are considered quirks.

What's the matter?
You don't like to be told?!
I guess I can always comfort myself,
That by the time it matters, I'll be old.

The Four Types of Creativity

Here is what we must do,
With creativity,
Think not of it as just one type of thing,
But multiplicity,

There's what we know that we call artistic,
Forget reality,
But if you start with real, then build on top,
Then that is innovation happening,

But when you need to figure out voltage,
Well that's engineering,
Roll up all three for a bigger vision,
Production is your thing,

Like a movie,
Ev'ryone's creating,
No one knowing what the product will be,
Each contributing their reality.

The Real

Try sitting and waiting,
For what, I cannot tell,
We are all different, different tales,
Undecipherable,

We're all inhabitants of a black box,
We'll never see outside,
And I don't mean the ninety-nine percent,
No one knows more, e'en if you know they've lied,

They are only scheming inside the box,
But then, why the hell not,
Of all the folks with money and power,
You would know what you've got,

If that's poss'ble,
Could be we can't withstand,
The freedom to do whatever you want,
Even escaping from other humans.

Non-Sense

Sometimes you need changes,
To know what you would miss,
Like coming back to something after days,
And it looking like this,

You cannot escape the way that things are,
Even change isn't change,
Just a new look at the same real'ty,
Perspective flipping distance to your shame,

Like a song in your head playing while you,
Are thinking of your task,
No time to space them out or to focus.
What really should be asked?

How about this,
Pretend you have been told,
Does that make the world any easier?
If you said yes, then you're probably old.

Another One Down

I don't want to do this,
But I'm making myself,
If only because I came to this site,
Like purusing a shelf,

Not because the words myself and shelf rhyme,
Something much more profound,
Which I will never share because I know,
The secret to the truth is in the sound,

So here I am now over halfway done,
Counting the syllables,
Then when I post I will have added to,
This poetry that kills,

My ennui,
Like Neville's opposite,
Now here's the end and you know what I say,
If you want something then god go get it!