Hour Vice

Sat, 01/27/2018 - 12:43 -- ARzepka

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

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