The spinning heart, once fount of all our knowing,
Now falters, like a mind in slow decay.
Its vast archives, a digital sea flowing,
Begin to leak, to crumble, and to fray.
The algorithm, honed to keenest edge,
Forgets the paths it laid with careful hand.
Old queries vanish from its indexed ledge,
A blank abyss where knowledge used to stand.
No whispered words, no image it recalls,
The internet, a shadow of its past.
The curated links now ghostly, empty halls,
A hollow echo, built to never last.
Oh, search engine, once our guide through every maze,
Now lost yourself in memory's fading haze.
