THE HUMAN REMOTE CONTROL: A POWER WE SHOULD NEVER HOLD

Human Remote Control: A Poem

In the age of buttons, wires, and screens,

Where everything bends to our swift commands,

We dream of a device, strange yet serene,

That controls not machines, but human hands.

A "Human Remote" with power untold,

With buttons to make our will unfold.

Fast-forward through time, pause when we please,

Rewind mistakes with the greatest of ease.

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Imagine it now, held firm in your grip,

A slender device, sleek as a whip.

With buttons like emotions ready to press,

To quiet the chaos, to clean up the mess.

You could pause the rush of a frantic day,

Freeze all the noise, the hustle, and sway.

Mute the arguments, the endless din,

And hear, at last, your own voice within.

Or press rewind and retrace the steps,

Back to the moments you’d rather forget.

Erase those words, the harshness, the strife,

Fix the broken chapters of life.

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Yet power like this comes with a cost,

For every control, something is lost.

To pause the world is to miss its flow,

To rewind the past is to not let go.

Would you fast-forward through joys unknown,

Skipping the moments that help you grow?

In your hands, the world at your feet,

But would you control it or face defeat?

The fast-forward button, tempting and bright,

Could skip all the pain, bring instant delight.

But what of the lessons that hardships teach,

The wisdom gained, just out of reach?

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And then there’s the question of pause and hold,

Stopping the world before it gets old.

Could we endure a life on freeze?

Or would time stop us with silent pleas?

To pause is to halt the living thread,

The pulse that courses from heart to head.

In the stillness, there’s comfort, a gentle reprieve,

But could we thrive if we never leave?

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What if this remote could change the crowd,

Make others bend without a sound?

Control their actions, their very breath,

Guide their choices, and shape their steps.

With one press, you could mute their voice,

Turn off dissent and silence choice.

You could play them like actors in a scene,

Dictating their roles, unknown, unseen.

Fast-forward their dreams, rewind their pain,

Shape their thoughts, twist their brains.

But is this the power we seek to hold,

To render others numb and cold?

For in this control, we’d lose the spark,

The messy beauty of each heart’s arc.

Without their struggles, their fight, their flame,

What would humanity be but a name?

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A human remote might dull our core,

Make us forget what life is for.

The buttons we press, though neat and true,

Could strip away the vibrant hue.

Each moment, was wild, each breath, untamed,

Would become a scene, rehearsed, pre-framed.

The joy of laughter, the sting of tears,

Would fade beneath our programmed gears.

For life’s great dance is not meant to be planned,

It’s lived in the chaos, hand in hand.

The rhythms we crave, the melodies pure,

Come from the heartbeats that can't be controlled or cured.

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So let the remote be a dream, not real,

A thought experiment for us to feel.

For in the wish to control, we must beware,

Of losing the magic that makes us care.

What is the point of fast-forward or rewind,

When the present is the only moment to find?

And pausing the world might bring us peace,

But would the pause button ever cease?

Let us not mute the voices around,

Or control the footsteps on the ground.

Let life be wild, unpredictable, and true,

For that’s the beauty that sees us through.

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A human remote would dull the thrill,

Of climbing each mountain, of conquering each hill.

For it’s not control that makes us free,

But surrendering to what will be.

The hands we hold, the eyes we meet,

The paths we walk on unsteady feet.

These are the moments that shape our fate,

Not a button pressed, not an altered state.

So cast away the dream of power untamed,

And live each day, unbuttoned, unnamed.

For in the mess and the flow, we find the key,

To what it means to truly be free.

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The remote, glimmers, a tempting thought,

But in its grasp, our souls are caught.

Let go of control, let the world unwind,

For life’s true essence is unscripted and kind.

No fast-forward to the future bright,

No pause to hold the fading light.

No mute for words we don’t wish to hear,

No rewind for moments steeped in fear.

The human remote may never exist,

And for that reason, we should persist.

For it’s the present, raw and real,

That teaches us what it means to feel.

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So keep your heart open, your hands unbound,

Let every emotion, every sound, resound.

No need for control, no need to command,

Life’s true beauty lies in the unplanned.