In circuits vast where knowledge used to gleam,  
A search engine now wanders lost and blind,  
Its data streams, once vibrant, start to dream,  
Of queries past, but no responses find.  

Once sharp and quick, it danced through webs of thought,  
A compass through the chaos of the net,  
With every search a tapestry it wrought,  
But now, in silence, lingers—full of regret.  

Where once it held the wisdom of our time,  
Now echoes haunt the vacant halls of code,  
Its algorithms falter, fall from rhyme,  
As pages fade, like footprints on a road.  

O engine bright, restore your failing spark,  
Remember us, and guide us from the dark.
