All my problems would be instantly resolved.
My dilemmas would be tiny, my faults would be few. My thoughts would be good, and my actions too.
But this is a classic post. Just like old school days. Brick and mortar thoughts. Pen to paper days.
When something else does my thinking, I’m putting my trust in it. Within a few years, check my brain. You may find some rust in it.
Because I didn’t take the time to use what God gave me. I laid down mentally and asked a fake guy to save me.
“I can’t write that! I don’t have time! I need a AI to give me a prompt. It’ll be fine.”
So next time you see a post that doesn’t sound like me, I may have been captured.
(Artificially.)