Turn Off The Screen, Turn On Your Mind

A poem inspired by some graffiti in Liverpool, 

Who will grow wise or remain a fool?

Turn off the screen, turn on your mind, 

Uncovered the endgame and it's not kind. 

Mental enslavement by future AI machines, 

Such satisfaction from crushing our dreams.

Unplug from the tech, timelines are merging, 

I hope that at least now you're soul searching.

Downing pints at the weekend was never enough,

Robots and VR can't replicate any kind of real love.

My character in Cyberpunk has enhancement implants,

In real life I'll never go down that road, not a chance.