AI: The Wild Child We’re All Betting On

Everyone’s obsessed—AI this, AI that,
Dreaming up agents that work like a chat.
But let’s be real, it’s still a kid,
Nowhere near the superman bid.

It looks so smart, but here’s the deal—
Most AI just follows rules, not real.
It codes, it computes, it mimics our say,
But thinking for itself? Not quite today.

Still, don’t get frustrated—it’s gonna grow,
And when it does, the world will know.
Too fast, though, and chaos unfolds,
Shaking society, breaking the mold.

AI is Nezha—rebellious and bold,
Powerful, wild, too tricky to hold.
Good hands can train it, bad ones mislead,
And the future depends on which path we feed.

For now, though, it’s still a baby,
Not yet ready for work so weighty.
People hope it’ll run their show,
Only to find it’s too young to know.

We tweak, refine, cut out the mess,
Trying to fix its wild guesses.
Yet without strong hardware, it won’t break through,
Quantum’s the weapon, but we don’t have that tool.

Meanwhile, people chase AI trends,
Jumping between tools that might just end.
Learning them all? A waste of time,
Nezha will judge what’s past its prime.

The best move now? Keep goals tight,
Small wins stack up, and soon it's right.
Forget the rush, don’t bet too grand—
Let AI grow with a guiding hand.