Lost Thoughts

Machines

Machines

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Slaves for a crowd of machines,

With the clock wasting time,

That's where it was last seen

I had them to run, to save time

But you stood behind,

With an irresistable smell of a run

I stay still with no mind,

The moon soon to die for the sun

Battling were flesh and cogs

Each had one of many goals

Not to kill each other

Only making me regret a sit down run.

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This poem was when I had to be stuck in a traffic jam, I wrote this, I wanted to run but still I remained in the car.. I could have run... Still I waited in the machine like a slave for it .... :)

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