I ruined my taste in music
just because I could,
the power of free will.
All I could do was listen
to the same album on repeat
and then I took a firm stand
to have some new additions.
My algorithm has me wanting
to exit my phone
out of a closed window.
I ruined my taste in music
just because I could,
the power of choice.
I rule my own algorithm,
before I let my obsession reach me,
I throw my phone
out a closed window.
The power of free will.
I could play the same album
the hundredth time,
and sing along,
and hate it
the very next day.
The power of owning nothing
to the algorithm.
No fight,
no loss,
and no sleep lost.

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