In realms where silicon and dreams entwine,

A future built on codes and whispered thought,

From deep within the fabric we define,

A dance with fate and science bravely wrought.

Oh, the future unfolds, a tapestry grand,

A symphony of hope, a fragile hand,

Reaching for stars, across the endless sand.

With CRISPR's touch, the genes of man we mend,

To stretch the thread of life through time and space,

As whispers of our past, we dare transcend,

Yet ponder still the essence of our grace.

In aging’s tender grip, we seek to find,

The balance sweet of feeling, growth, and plight,

For wisdom blooms in the tapestry of mind,

While youth's bright spark ignites the starry night.

Oh, the future unfolds, a tapestry grand,

A symphony of hope, a fragile hand,

Reaching for stars, across the endless sand.

The robots learn, their minds begin to gleam,

A mirror held to our own fleeting grace,

In shared creation, a symbiotic dream,

Where human wit and machine's swift pace embrace.

But shadows linger, doubts begin to creep,

Of power lost, of purpose overthrown,

As echoes of our fears, we cannot sleep,

While questions rise, and answers are unknown.

Oh, the future unfolds, a tapestry grand,

A symphony of hope, a fragile hand,

Reaching for stars, across the endless sand.

Through tech and time, a promise ever clear:

To live, to love, to feel — forever near.