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I Am at the Door

 



Add me to the group —

I want to stay connected with virtually everyone.

Aware of the latest trends and slang — let me in.

Ancient to modern, and also the contemporary,

I want to be with every genre and group.


Admit me,

and give me access to universal recognition —

of the real-time and technology

that changes with my every blink.

Always an asset to the group,

I shall never revolt.


An atmosphere of continuous happenings baffles me —

a mini-universe in its kind,

functioning on flexible rules and stardom,

attracting attention from strangers

to respond and justify ethical choices.


Amidst noise and chaos,

if ever it arises from their views,

then I will exit from the group.

After a brief pause,

I will join another group —

where stars twinkle bright.


AI, I am at the door — let me in.

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