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Lose of Breath


It’s dark I can’t breathe My lungs are slowly collapsing inside of me The darkness shields my eyes The pressure of life is too much I lose my breath How I miss the young days A care free life with no pressure How did I get this deep? So consumed with becoming a modern day copy My uniqueness is gone A robot I have become So consumed with the dream A dream of the perfect life The white picket fence, with kids, and good job I lose my breath I open my eyes to see the other robots like me I’m tired and want to become unique I break the robotic curse No longer a copy My uniqueness I have found The courage is back Not a sign of rebellion, but of strength I no longer lose my breath from the pressure I open my eyes to see the light I am alive once more I can breathe
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