Often blinded by the bright light
We seek solace in the realm of darkness
We’re comforted and pat ourselves on the back
Upon spotting company in that situation
Very few tune themselves and venture back
To face and embrace the brightness
Rest fade away in the shadows
Habitually grumpy and feeling deceivingly accepted
When there’s a loud noise
Our instant reaction is to close our ears
Maybe because we’re too busy
Silencing our inner voices already
The sensory input tools are only a handful
The processing power immense
For the input tools only processes data that is current
or historic
Processor however can produce foresight depending on the
quality of analysis
We’ve enhanced the RAM in our supposed input tools
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