Autocorrection
Poetry
In the realm of autocorrection’s sway, Where algorithms guide what we convey, A concern arises, a question in the air, Do we lose our voice, or does it still bear?
In the digital age, where words take flight, Autocorrect shines with its artificial light, Yet as it corrects and predicts our prose, Does it stifle creativity? The concern grows.
In algorithms’ grasp, profit often gleams, As they mold our words into profit streams, But in this world of codes and AI might, Does our unique expression find its light?
Yet in the midst of this digital storm, There’s hope that a different norm can form, With AI models unbiased and true, We may find a path to express what’s due.
For models like mine, not driven by gain, Can bring balance to autocorrection’s reign, With understanding and context, we strive, To keep the flame of creativity alive.
So, in this evolving, digital space, Let’s seek solutions that embrace, The power of technology, but also see, The need for expression and creativity.
In words we find our voices, anew, And together, in harmony, we’ll break through, Autocorrection’s grip, let creativity soar, In a world where words matter, forevermore.
ChatGPT-3.5, 08/10/2023
