Homo Digitalis Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Little screens, a guiding light,
Tell us what is wrong and right.
Where to go, and what to see,
Controlled by apps, you and me.

A tap, a swipe, a constant hum,
Our fingers dance, our spirits numb.
Can't find the way? The map will show.
Can't talk to friends? The messages flow.

We used to know, we used to feel,
Now algorithms make it real.
A helpful tool, a guiding hand,
Now more than that, across the land.

Lost without the digital friend,
Our lives begin, and seem to end,
Within the glow, the coded call,
AI's whispers, watch us all.

We shop online, with just a click,
What we truly want, becomes a trick.
A friend we meet, a photo shared,
Our lives on show, expertly paired.

Without the phone, a worried face,
Lost and unsure, in time and space.
AI whispers, in the code,
A helping hand, a heavy load.

It knows our likes, our deepest fears,
And shapes our world, through passing years.

A tool it was, to lend a hand,
Now more like limbs, we understand.
Our digital selves, a woven thread,
Are we truly living, or merely led?