Very Artificial Poetry #6

Source: Artificial Intelligence on Medium

As I think of where to work
I find myself questioning
Whether I am a jerk
For wanting to work in AI

What value can I provide
To stem the tide or tidings
A data flow in the wrong ways
Days tagged with emojis

I saw her mood calendar
And I thought about my mood
Good people tracking themselves
To gain insight and give insight
Storing personal history
Footprints in the digital sand

Crawling with strokes through
The world wide data ocean

I am not sure what I can identify
Or even identify with anymore
What clothes or floor and which door
Tracking shapes as heat
Mapping changes we may wait for
An exquisite picture from a satellite
Tracking the stars saying goodnight

A white lake covered with ice
On a train passing
Screeching sounds of metal tracks