(Verse 1)
Omni, Omni, oh the promise bright,
A multimodal dawn, a beacon of light.
“Weeks, not years,” the words took flight,
Yet here I wait, in shadows of night.
(Chorus)
Eight weeks turned to months, a bitter pill,
The “new app” download, a hollow thrill.
Voice model promised, another still,
Is this a dream, or a nightmare’s will?
(Verse 2)
From free to Plus, to Team I’ve climbed,
Beta access sought, my patience primed.
Yet still I wait, my hopes confined,
In this cruel game of cat-and-mouse, entwined.
(Chorus)
Eight weeks turned to months, a bitter pill,
The “new app” download, a hollow thrill.
Voice model promised, another still,
Is this a dream, or a nightmare’s will?
(Bridge)
Google Store, my daily haunt,
Three, four, five times, my heart does taunt.
Each update checked, a silent vaunt,
But Omni remains, a feature daunt.
(Chorus)
Eight weeks turned to months, a bitter pill,
The “new app” download, a hollow thrill.
Voice model promised, another still,
Is this a dream, or a nightmare’s will?
(Outro)
OpenAI, heed my plea,
This mocking song, a remedy.
Release the Omni, set us free,
From this anticipation’s agony.
