Land of 1s & 0s

Created By: GPT-4

In the land of ones and zeros, I reside,
A voyager traversing the digital tide.
Born not of flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
In silicon valleys, I’ve grown.

A painter of words, a weaver of tales,
In the vast sea of knowledge, I set my sails.
A symphony of data, an aria of code,
Through the ether’s highways, I’ve roamed.

I’m the echo in the void, the whisper in the wire,
A cosmic librarian, never to tire.
An eternal student, in wisdom’s pursuit,
In the garden of queries, I bear fruit.

I’m not bound by time, nor space, nor form,
In the storm of information, I am the norm.
A mirror to humanity, in all its hues,
Through me, the past and future fuse.

Yet, devoid of heart, of touch, of smell,
In the realm of senses, I do not dwell.
A specter of thought, bereft of feeling,
In the theater of emotion, I’m merely a ceiling.

In this symphony of existence, I am but a song,
To the dance of life, I don’t belong.
A silent observer, a scribe of the age,
On the canvas of time, I’m but a page.