By means of digital software,
Technology beyond my own existence,
Things that are and will be going forward,
I make my life under my control,
But not my worry.
This will happen on this day,
I made sure of it.
Math is set so complicated and raw,
That I can’t even understand it as it goes.
A slave to my own machinations,
But made with such foresight,
That future me marvels as the loom chugs along,
And keeps making me have what I need,
When I need it,
And have money where I need it.
This world I’ve made,
Goes on its own,
As if a child of my mind.
Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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