Our lives are being restricted
We’ve lost control inside our head
As algorithms now predicting
What we think we want instead
We walk the trail of trepidation
Where we are with whom we meet
Followed by the hidden eyes and ears
Living lives not quite complete
Perhaps it doesn’t matter much
We feel content and know our place
As we face the fate imposed on us
The sad disposable human race
But that is not the all of it
Many changes will fight back
Thinkability of human brains
Brings independence back
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