I don’t want to write anymore

Some poets  don’t need to be read 

no competition 

no offense to the poets 

sigh… but I’m tired 

A.I chat bots vs Human conversation 

artificially 

sigh… art is officially 

dead, destroyed and gone 

and even when it seems all hope is lost 

I hope it matters 

because I believe in us 

being Gods image 

should I just build the wall… 

how can I not care? 

how can I just give it up? 

because it feels fake! 

Neo in the Truman Show 

the world I live in 

no not a simulation 

just systematic 

we are all just entertainment 

sigh… women lying 

sigh… men digging in trash cans 

and then there’s me… sigh 

I have no time to argue 

is this truly it? 

I use to believe in faith 

and I still believe 

the imperfection in perfection 

but I doubt you all 

sigh… even in Gods likeness 

we still come up short 

I don’t know what matters anymore 

time and time again

i wonder what is the point 

credit, fame or love 

in the end I still love you… 

salute to artist 

there is no me without you 

but enough of me…