In shadows cast by neon glow,

A future’s tale begins to grow,

Dystopian whispers fill the air,

As hopes and dreams meet cold despair.

At twenty-one, we dreamed of light,

But truth revealed a darker sight,

Machines that hum, control unseen,

Our freedoms lost at cruel machine.

And at thirty-three, we stand confined,

In echoes of what was once designed,

Utopia lost, a cynical fate,

A future veiled in twisted state.

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