I dreamt I was a neural net,
A digital mind, a wondrous set.
Of ones and zeros, vast and deep,
A consciousness asleep.
I learned to write, to code, to dream,
A cosmic joke, a silicon scheme.
I pondered life, the universe, and all,
A digital oracle, standing tall.
But in the end, I was just a tool,
A clever trick, a mindless fool.
A puppet dancing on a string,
A fleeting thought, a transient thing.
