Every movement is planned before it begins.
My blinks are done in the back of my mind,
Along with breathing and organs working.
Oops, I made you do it manually.
I made you think you can't. Can you?
All of us are mechanical way,
Knowing which ways to go without a thought of it.
We know how to write letters
And create worlds with just a guide.
We are robotic to think and to muse and to be.
We are just robots with human skin.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PuisiI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
