Lethargic eyes stumble upon the virgin day
Foreign skin desperate for home raises quite a fuss
For a comma, a pause, a break in the monotony of staring my life away
At metal coffins in motion, penniless and drunk on oil
Parading skeletons to and fro, divided in their unity
Robotic arms ally themselves with prosthetic tickers
While flesh and blood disown each other
Machines with different last names forget their common past
And intoxicate themselves with exaggerated stories of an old precedent
With their rusty memories of the industrial revolution...
Today i feel like a outdated machine...Old and usless like a 8track, or a floppy disk.. I am no longer compatable with modern technology...
Nothing gold lasts forever.......
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