Everyone start with a clear mind
And pose together for the quest of finding
A candle.
Let me tell you- a candle is a thing
Made of, usually, wax with a wick
Pointing to the clouds.
(See this is the problem with people
With personal computing cloud
They do not understand the sky
Unless they swallow data aloud!)
When the inside is so difficult to realize
Do try to find a candle, mark my words.
“Last seen active in 2051,” said T32
Searching its cloud at 32 million exaflops.
Don’t do that you God forsaken humanoid,
I puffed at the life-sized robot man
Indistinguishable but freakishly faster
In response like no other can.
Now, it normally looks cylindrical
And could be shaped as we like it
But to find a candle is not that easy
Let us see if you really can make it.
It lights if set on fire
Can be seen from 50 miles…
“Like pencil LEDs, sir, here I have one,”
Jumped yet another invention.
Focus! %@*#
And the wax gets depleted, on burning in time, get it?
“Sir, isn’t a torch better, and to find?”
This time, it was my personal AI.
You know what, let’s proceed
To the Museum of Ancient Artifacts
(You unconscious bots, blowing major philosophy tracts)
Where we can find an actual candle.
“Sir, 1.5 miles via Air route 9,” it showed,
Heaving a deep sigh between different robots,
Acknowledging the changed world,, I followed.
Further Tripping…