Verse 1: Under a sky so vast and dim, Came a knock, here comes Jim. On a quest for a pole to dance and swing, My old friend came at the start of spring. Pre-Chorus: We spoke of futures, bright and grim, Of robots dreaming, the world's hymn. In my living room, so bare and wide, We pondered if AI's got a soul inside. Chorus: Dance, my friend, with the pole so high, Under the neon lights, let your spirits fly. But in this moment, let's ponder and sigh, About what it means to live, not just comply. Verse 2: With every turn, a question spun, What will we become, under the sun? Will machines learn to cry and feel, Or are we just a cog, in a wheel so real? Pre-Chorus: Jim, with eyes so deep and wise, Saw beyond the steel, the digital skies. In the echo of our laugh and cheer, We felt the future drawing near. Chorus: Dance, my friend, with the pole so high, In the shadow of tomorrow, let's not be shy. For in this room, we dare to ask why, The future of AI, is it a lie or a tie? Bridge: And as the night began to fade, I saw the man, not the shadow he made. With a suit and fedora, for the road, A gentleman's pact, in this humble abode. Outro: So dance away, my friend, into the night, With questions heavy, but your heart so light.
