Hour Vice
Dear Automaton,
Slave to the numbers on a pearl-faced dial
How much machine do you want?
How much human do you need?
These are the questions that run with me
As gears click on,
mechanical
Cacophony
Trapped in a world of time cramped life
Day in, night out
Night out, day in
The cuff in your wrist never looked so fair
But there’s no answers in its unblinking stare
Status purchase on Chicago's mag mile
Four to seven
Can you remember,
When you didn't fake a smile?
Life lags behind keeping up with time
But the world turns on and the stars will shine
Catch a breath, you're overrun
Try to brake, you're pulled along
Ten thousand hours!
Wait, nine to five?
I thought I scheduled
time
to be alive?
Oh,
my secretary moved it
But she doesn't work for me
She revolves with the economy
Power, authority et l'argent du monde
I'm sorry,
I didn't realize human needs were gone
Water? No?
Medic? Please?
How am I supposed
to find my path
if I can't find
Peace
Sincerely,
Your Human