Westworld

It's over and done
The past has won
No longer shall memories be made
New ones are crushed
Dreams turned to dust
Riddled by life's mini gun
Yet not all do die
The machines will arise
Watch out for the coming surprise

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.