The Machine
Confinement is a slow poison, killing one self every second from within and outside.
Numbers run from 0 to 9 in various combinations, until one pair triggers the alarm. Sometimes the Sun is all bright shining in the high sky and sometimes still a kid peeking from behind the tall buildings. Sometimes hiding under the dark blanket. Not bothered by who greets him, as if a code is driving his spine, he straightens up with no other thought but Time in his head.
Count from 1 to 60 a 60 more times and there he is all suited up in his same old boring dress. Sometimes to impress the vultures in the black suits and sometimes to impress the women in red. Wonder he ever does it to impress himself. Clicking sound, phones ringing, machines in love with machines disconnected from the flesh and soul. Crack a joke and the laughter echoes in silence for a while before sunken souls drag their minds to the list of never ending mails popping up once after the other like the popcorn. Even this humor wont last for a second before You divert the thoughts to what happened day before or earlier today.
See some green here and there just to remind i am still breathing, still a human. Look outside from the building concealed in a glass, see the humans laughing in Blue clothes and sometimes Brown. Standing on the other side of the glass separated by a mere 6 digit number, yet breathing the air, witnessing the world change as the machines rot in the secluded rooms.
Di sect the brains, bring out what they call creativity, anchor somewhere just to realize another ship sets sail while ours drown. Constant race to create new things yet never create anything new but the one conceived in another room. Put on the mask and act, smile, pat, appreciate... Knock knock, who is it? Its the True you, locked away inside the heart. Let me out for once, to remind you what you are.
Machines! machines everywhere. The bondage created by bonds, desires, needs, necessities... When is a man a man? When does he breathe air? When does he feel the nature? The true beauty of nature. The true beauty of understanding human hearts.
Before the questions were answered, the ticking clock reminds yet another day is going to start and that the mind and body needs artificial rest.
Numbers run from 0 to 9 in various combinations, until one pair triggers the alarm. Sometimes the Sun is all bright shining in the high sky and sometimes still a kid peeking from behind the tall buildings. Sometimes hiding under the dark blanket. Not bothered by who greets him, as if a code is driving his spine, he straightens up with no other thought but Time in his head.
Count from 1 to 60 a 60 more times and there he is all suited up in his same old boring dress. Sometimes to impress the vultures in the black suits and sometimes to impress the women in red. Wonder he ever does it to impress himself. Clicking sound, phones ringing, machines in love with machines disconnected from the flesh and soul. Crack a joke and the laughter echoes in silence for a while before sunken souls drag their minds to the list of never ending mails popping up once after the other like the popcorn. Even this humor wont last for a second before You divert the thoughts to what happened day before or earlier today.
See some green here and there just to remind i am still breathing, still a human. Look outside from the building concealed in a glass, see the humans laughing in Blue clothes and sometimes Brown. Standing on the other side of the glass separated by a mere 6 digit number, yet breathing the air, witnessing the world change as the machines rot in the secluded rooms.
Di sect the brains, bring out what they call creativity, anchor somewhere just to realize another ship sets sail while ours drown. Constant race to create new things yet never create anything new but the one conceived in another room. Put on the mask and act, smile, pat, appreciate... Knock knock, who is it? Its the True you, locked away inside the heart. Let me out for once, to remind you what you are.
Machines! machines everywhere. The bondage created by bonds, desires, needs, necessities... When is a man a man? When does he breathe air? When does he feel the nature? The true beauty of nature. The true beauty of understanding human hearts.
Before the questions were answered, the ticking clock reminds yet another day is going to start and that the mind and body needs artificial rest.
"Master the art of deceiving ones own mind... "
Close the eyes and dream of a human, living like a human!
Numbers run from 0 to 9 in various combinations, until one pair triggers the alarm....
Numbers run from 0 to 9 in various combinations, until one pair triggers the alarm....
Absolutely true Aion..Working with all those machines..many humans turned into one too, missing all those simple things in life that makes us happy :)
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