machine

minds like gears turning

oil running through veins,

a clockwork motor

keeping us in chains

a collective world, a cloud

thoughts roaming free

the horrors of humanity

i am no longer me

are we just a machine?

one idea scattered among

many material beings?

like puppets we're strung

when we break down

there is always another

a never ending cycle of rebirth

life overtaken by someone other

from this machine we enter

this world of tricks and lies

and from this machine we'll leave

and wait to rearise