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Here I sit, strumming my guitar, Same three chords, same dingy bar. Laugh at myself as I play away Why even bother? Who’m I fooling today? Fingers keep dancing, mind starts to roam, Dreaming of legends who called this home. Think of the real ones, grinding till dawn Robert Johnson at the crossroads, pawned his soul for a song. Bessie Smith belting blues in smoky dives, Six nights a week, barely staying alive. Blind Lemon Jefferson busking on streets, Weddings for scraps, no shoes on his feet. Some hit the big time, flashed like a star, Then vanished to nothing, forgotten afar. The ones who never sparked, but sang like the gods, Outshone the charts, against all odds. And the old timers sixties flower power, fifties rock ‘n’ roll, Forties swing kings, thirties jazz souls. Twenties speakeasy crooners, all the way back to caves, Banging rocks rhythmic, inventing the waves. Did they ever wonder, staring at flames, If their beats would echo in future games? If they faded to dust, what shot do I got? So I grin and ponder, “In a hundred years, hot it not will my echo still ring? That’s when the madness starts to swing. What if my tune’s the spark that lights the dark? Drifting through time, leaving its mark! Oh, what if, what if wild and free, My off-key heart sets the future spree! What if YouTube’s a relic in a cosmic zoo, “Lookie here, folks ancient human voodoo”? My song misfiled as “Primitive Mating Call,” Future kids blush, “Ew, they felt it all!” What if singing’s outlawed ‘cause it glitches the bots, AI overlords scream, “Humans, connect the dots No more warbling, just neural zaps, Telepathic memes with auto-correct claps!” What if my chorus hits a cosmic vibe, Turns into currency in a blob-human tribe? Evolved into jellies who “sing” with their goo, Trading my riff for a slime-based brew. Or aliens remix it as warp-drive fuel, Blasting through stars my fail becomes cool! And that cat takeover? Oh, let’s dive deep Felines rise up while humans all sleep. Purring dictators in fur-coated thrones, Guitars as temples for kitten catacombs. They think strings are whiskers from gods long gone, Strum ‘em for rituals at the break of dawn. My tune’s their anthem, meowed in the night, “Worship the box where the tiny cats fight!” Lasers for claws, scratching vinyl divine, Revolution starts with a yowl on my line Cats hack the grid, turn dogs into slaves, All hail the whiskers, in whisker-waved raves! What if my tune’s the spark that lights the dark? Drifting through time, leaving its mark! Oh, what if, what if wild and free, My off-key heart sets the future spree! I’m just sparking flames, letting wonders ignite, Will my tracks bury under AI’s endless byte? “Sad But Hopeful number 7000!5”twelve hundred and three” times a trillion more, clip a glitch-fossil on history’s shore. Kids jack in “Human Mode” to fake a real tear, “Wow, feelings were messy pass the neural beer!” Circle back to the grinders, the lost and the bright, Deserved the throne but drowned in the fight. If they didn’t conquer, I’m cool with my lot But maybe, just maybe, in some distant spot, Someone unearths my beat, pixel heart still thumps, “A human relic damn, that gives me the bumps!” What if my tune’s the spark that lights the dark? Drifting through time, leaving its mark! Oh, what if, what if wild and free… Yeah, what if?