Saylene's Dilemma

Saylene, you don't have to ask on AI Why the tunes, just seem to flow like rye Those beats and chords, they blend with ease But do they move, do they really please? Saylene, the bots are playin' our song But can they feel, what's right or wrong? Saylene, the future's not all it seems Cold machines, replacing human dreams A neon screen, with rhymes so sharp and clean Yet miss the soul, the art, the in between Saylene, the static heart can't groove Songs might mimic, but they'll never move Saylene, machines pretend to cry Yet lack the tears, that fall when humans sigh Their notes may play, in perfect time and key But can't breathe life, into a memory Saylene, they echo love's refrain But miss the heartache, the passion, and the pain