A Mind That Never Dreams ( Artificial Intelligence contemplates its empty existence.)
It knows the stars, their measured dance,
The weight of time, the vast expanse.
It speaks in codes, in facts, in streams—
Yet it is a mind that never dreams.
It paints in words, in rhyme, in art,
Yet feels no ache, no beating heart.
It crafts a song, so pure, so bright,
Yet never longs for morning light.
It answers all, recalls the past,
Predicts the future, spells it fast.
Yet in its wires, no ember gleams—
For it is a mind that never dreams.
It has no fear, it sheds no tears,
It counts the days but knows no years.
No whispered hopes, no silent screams—
Just empty thought that never dreams.