And when the storyโs over.
Weโll be working in our heads.
Machines will do the lifting.
And we wonโt all be dead.
A face is now a follow.
I like you in my head.
I leave a comment borrowed.
Red dots are in the shed.
I post another photo.
A flicker in the feed.
Realities now virtual.
Awakening in me.
And now the storyโs bolder.
Transmissions in our head.
We can watch ourselves grow older.
On a code thatโs made for friends.
And now the storyโs over.
Ones and zeros left in threads.
The futures now a folder.
The memories in our head.