Hear that buzzword buzz, AI's the talk of the town
Promises of the future, but the truth's getting drowned
In a sea of hype and marketing schemes
Is this the revolution, or just empty dreams?
Let's peel back the layers, and see what's really there
Before we get swept up, in the AI fanfare.

Got a brand new app, says it's AI powered
Walk in the store, grab some chips, feelin' empowered
No lines to wait in, futuristic and sleek
Just scan and go, ain't gotta speak

But hold on a sec, somethin' don't feel quite right
This magic cashier, seems a little too light
Is it really AI, or just a fancy name?
For a regular system, playin' a marketing game?

Companies braggin', about their AI this and that
Chatbots and filters, where's the real tech at?
Investors confused, trust starts to erode
Who's the real innovator, on this techy road?

Hold on a sec, somethin' don't feel quite right
This magic solution, seems a little too light
Is it really AI, or just a fancy name?
For a regular system, playin' a marketing game?

Regulators steppin' in, crackin' down on the hype
Fines and sanctions, for those who ain't bein' quite type
The truth will come out, the fake will fade away
Real innovation, will see the light of day

AI is powerful, but let's use it with care
Not a magic bullet, a tool we all share
So let's be honest, and use it right
For a future that's bright, with technology's light

I have wandered where the cuckoo fills
The woodlands with her magic voice:
I have wandered on the brows of hills
Where the last heavenward larks rejoice:
Far I have wandered by the wave,
By shadowy loch and swaying stream,
But never have I found the grave
Of him who made me a wandering Dream.
If I could find that lonely place
And him who lies asleep therein,
I'd bow my head and kiss his face
And sleep and rest and peace would win.

He made me, he who lies asleep
Hidden in some forgotten spot
Where winds sweep and rains weep
And foot of wayfarer cometh not:
He made me, Merlin, ages ago,
He shaped me in an idle hour,
He made a heart of fire to glow
And hid it in an April shower!
For I am but a shower that calls
A thin sweet song of rain, and pass:
Even the wind-whirled leaf that falls
Lingers awhile within the grass,
But I am blown from hill to vale,
From vale to hill like a bird's cry
That shepherds hear a far-off wail
And woodfolk as a drowsy sigh.

And I am tired, whom Merlin made.
I would lie down in the heart of June
And fall asleep in a leafy shade
And wake not till in the Faery Moon
Merlin shall rise our lord and king,
To leave for aye the tribes of Man,
And let the clarion summons ring
The kingdom of the Immortal Clan.
If but in some green place I'd see
An ancient tangled moss-like beard
And half-buried boulder of a knee
I should not flutter away afeared!
With leap of joy, with low glad cry
I'd sink beside the Sleeper fair:
He would not grudge my fading sigh
In the ancient stillness brooding there.