Are We Alright

Would you trade this life for another?
For shadows that lead away
Leaving behind only echoes
A past of painful truths

Will you forge a new pathway?
Built on lessons learned
Stories that are over now
Chapters written and done
But the book is incomplete

There are pages still blank
Waiting for a hand to touch
Words are left unwritten
Much left undone, so much

Stoic Poetry


Artificial Intelligence

On the back of a lack
we still have hope
the code we will crack
in darkness grope

If it can only understand 
we always fall short
flames we have fanned
too late to abort

Hoping it is smarter still
than we are now
built without free will
keeping control somehow

Stoic Poetry