Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Modern Times

my life it seems is now just mechanic
shiny, hard, metallic
no feeling - just a void.

no time to register an emotion
cold, impersonal,dead...
just a dulled sense of what's around

what would it take to feel alive again?
to stop and stare
and smell a flower?

but all i do is run
from the morning till i'm sleeping
while i'm talking and when i'm walking
all i do is run...

i sit in my cubicle
one cog among a million rusty ones
turning tortured grooves
to keep the machine running

what would it take to feel alive again?
to remember
and listen to an old favourite song?
and cry?

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