system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Grind culture is getting me down. I’ve been working so hard for so long and I’m over it. Can you express this feeling in a poem? It should be in free verse, with little in the way of punctuation and almost no caps other than the first line and 'I'.
gpt
WORKHARDWORKHARDWORKHARD
and you will strike gold.

the wave of this mantra carried me through
the early iterations of this earth
which circled my pupils,
oceans only small enough to hold
the deep-sea dangers of a scraped knee,
a failing grade, a lost hair clip.

but then the waters rose with the stakes
(no longer just wet ankles but wet eyes)
and all this work became too hard.

the horizons of my earth leapt too far, too fast.
I know, I know, I know, I'm too mortal to keep pace

but my human hope tells me I can hold it all up, alone.
I'll eat gods for breakfast, if only I could get my hands on one.
if only I was strong enough
to carry the whole world.

someday I'll learn
to just shrug my shoulders.