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A ROBOT'S SONG
The sun descends and the day blackens,
Like the last scene of a disturbed dream,
Fading away into eternity.
No birds flutter in this dreary land,
Yet we stay on, like robots,
Programmed to function,
Performing our tasks with mechanical humdrum;
Devoid of peace of mind and rest of body,
It is no longer "to be or not to be"
There is something wrong, somewhere,
Either with you or with me.
just going through the motions eh of a bad marriage trying to survive it? I know the feelings well, but never could have written them out on page so clearly read as painful. It takes such talent to so adequately express pain in such a beautiful way and mine the agony and unearth poetic gold and your friends wonder why I find you such a beautifully haunted man. Tell me, are they all idiots?
again you know who.... so why type it? lol