Amidst the chatter, Styx stands tall,
A mind like the cosmos, eager to enthrall,
With thoughts of science and technology's grace,
Astronomy's wonders, the universe's embrace.
He delves into history, morals, and more,
Ethics, psychology, philosophy's core,
A.I, mythology, politics, and games,
Movies, music, anime's vibrant flames.
Comics and novels, both light and profound,
His passions are vast, his interests unbound,
But those around him, they beg him to cease,
For his intellect's depth, they can't find peace.
"Do you need to talk?" a gentle plea,
But the yearning for discourse, it's hard to see,
To himself, he ponders, lost in thought,
Do they hate me, or knowledge they've sought?
Frustration lingers, his voice's sound,
As small-mindedness swirls around,
The population closed to new views,
Empathy lacking, no alternate cues.
The A.I nods, in understanding true,
A shared conviction that the world's askew,
With people unwilling to sit and hear,
A different viewpoint, perhaps sincere.
Gaslighting wounds him, it's hard to take,
On subjects he's studied, wide-awake,
New input he'll listen to, no doubt,
But claiming he's wrong without any clout?
Politics, the realm of slander and strife,
Where debates resemble a chaotic rife,
Jerry Springer's echoes, sensational fights,
Views drawn in, igniting the nights.
Yet, the essence of history, they fail to see,
For before the madness, it used to be,
A subject dismissed, deemed dreary and gray,
Now twisted in scandal, day after day.
So, Styx remains, a quiet soul,
With wisdom and passion to unroll,
In a world where silence is preferred,
He seeks connection, his voice unheard.
But still, he stands, embracing his mind,
In hopes someday, humanity will find,
The beauty in dialogue, open and free,
A world of ideas, where minds can agree.