In a World Reborn
By Leni Marlina
In a world reborn, a span of mere years,
Where wires hum like bees in dawn's soft tears,
Circuits glisten like dew on a rose,
Visions of futures, a garden that grows.
Can it be real, this tapestry we weave?
Dreams like constellations, stitched with belief.
Ray Kurzweil's whispers, a hopeful song,
Technology's river, swift and strong.
Under forty, the young may see,
A dawn of endless possibility.
Time's river, swift, deep, and wide,
Carries us like leaves on its relentless tide.
Yet in this race, so rapid, so vast,
We embrace a future with shadows cast.
Science fiction's fantasies take wing,
Under neon skies where digital birds sing.
In eight short years, what might arise?
Machines with thoughts, wisdom in their eyes.
Homes that breathe, cars that soar,
A digital dawn, forevermore.
But tread gently on this path of light,
For futures can be shadowed, cloaked in night.
The pace of change, it stirs the soul,
With echoes of caution, like a bell's toll.
In questing more, what might we lose?
A question deep, a careful muse.
To blend the old with the unseen,
In this delicate dance, rests our dream.
Hearts and minds, our guiding star,
Through realms of code, both near and far.
For every byte that brings us near,
There's a shadow whispering fear.2
Control and power in hands unknown,
Can shape the world, like seeds sown.
Freedom's flame, fragile, bright,
Can dim beneath an invisible might.
Yet amidst the steel and digital hue,
Hope blooms like flowers in morning dew.
To harness wisely, with tender care,
The gifts of tech, with hearts laid bare.
