FUTURE . . . . . .

Of course, some things may be great but some aint,
of all these incredible events, there's a bit of a taint;
not much choice, would you return with some voice,
and would there be enough for you to really rejoice?

It could be so - 'Hey, I wondered if I'd see you again,'
going back to the days of me Tarrzan and you Jane;
there was a strange reluctant liking of just primitive,
you seem to like gathering when your choice is limited.

The irony - it could all be better or it could be worse,
whichever way you go, no escape from a possible curse;
why dd I waste my time just returning to those bozos,
I should have realised - too many no-nos and so-sos.

I have my memories, nothing can ever take them away,
so now if it's not AI, the heat will get you so they say.