Empty Robots

Gently Blowing in the Wind,

Unheard.

Sweeping Through Time,

Unseen.

Going Along with the Day,

Unknown.

She Walks Along the Road,

He Waits in a Crowded Room,

Together They Stand,

Apart they Remain,

In a Crowded World,

In Bodies all Alone.

Their Time Goes On,

Their Dreams Fade Away,

They Remain Robots,

In a Dominant World,

Where They are Puppets,

To Their Controller.

Gently Blowing in the Wind,

Unheard.

Sweeping Through Time,

Unseen.

Going Along with the Day,

Unknown.