In the quiet dusk, reflections arise,

A weary heart beneath the corporate skies.

Endless meetings, decisions tight,

In the fading glow of office light.

School days spoke of dreams and cheer,

Yet now we ponder, was it all in vain,

Passion and purpose, we hold them dear,

In the cycle of work, what do we gain?

Yet happiness whispers, seldom near.

Machines grow smarter, as we decline,

In the AI age, where do we draw the line?

Handwriting fades with each keystroke,

Connections lost in the corporate yoke.

The birds fly free, in harmonious flight,

While we compete in a relentless race.

Unity fades in ambition's race,

As we strive to hold our place.

Is this the life for which we toiled?

In a world where dreams are often foiled.

Oh, to reclaim the bonds of old,

Where joy and love were manifold,

And reclaim the bonds that truly last.