Undecided Blues (Remastered)

Pre-internet, no smart devices A time before social media became a vice We used Fax machines and pay phones... And “out of office” meant leave me alone. Wrote Letters home, made calls from a booth... Queued at the bank, yeah, that’s the truth... Shelf space stacked with books and CDs... No GPS, just map books on the back seat. "Would I trade it back? Let it all go? Drop the AI, all this glow? One side says ‘yes,’ the other says ‘ride it’... Hell, I guess I’m just... undecided." Had to wait a week for the next episode... No binge-watching of shows on the go... Now we shop from the comfort of home... Before we traipsed through town till feet turned to stone. We got VR and AR, it's all here my friend... And I'm here talkin’ to a chatbot at 3 AM... Would I trade it back to days unguided? No ChatGPT... still undecided. We’d create mixtapes to win her heart... Blatantly stealing another’s art... Now we can craft a song of our own... And send it straight to her phone. We once knocked to see if friends were home... Now we just text and sit alone. "Would I trade it back? Would I let it go? All this AI, all this glow... One side says ‘yes,’ the other says ‘ride it’... Guess I’m just... undecided."