Changes, not really.

This is a poem I'd like to share.

      They call me sleepyhead

Theres nothing I hate, but much I dislike.
Being scared, and loss of courage.
Once my courage is lost what would I do?
Will I be cursed with fear?
Chosing sides is a dilema,
but knowing there are no sides kills me.

I say the window looks in one direction,
but the head inside may peek out.
But why do we not peek out?
My peers are taught, they will have their cake and eat it too.
They tell them we'll build your window and your senery.
I wish I could tell them, no one can build your senery.

The only AI that could scare me is one with humor,
why is everyone worried.
All this I think, while I sleep.