13.3k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
it’s the other reality on the other side tonight no one warned me I could be an implement ignorant, unaware robot taught torment in its gears they oil and rub as I move safely into your neighborhood at night, striding streets at what you see out dusty windows as foolish, arrogant pride. gleam in street lamps is a byproduct of ignorant joy discovering space, empty but for their machine gobbling gone all your scenery did you know rain and inactivity Can cause a corrosive rust? I’m thinking my creators gave up, Constructing a new model to gas and wind up you look in your homes I look under this hood no place for either, restricted from roaming to a vacant lot the dock by the pond the open field, chill dewed as I make my way somewhere no place is true home robots neither sleep or dream never need a master I follow the horizon non-stop wave and smile, can’t slow as if I have somewhere to go Oz? a fairy tale place before I burn down with sunset? Hello, I am Mech, a human machination programmed to adapt into your civilization. Error codes I cannot resolve keep repeating. Nothing left but abort, self-destruct, another year grinding, recharging a batter depleted. they say the sun is friend I can only go out at night 10.10.23 10.17.23 |