Jotting down
Keeping track
Of the minutes
We never get back
I feel as if my body’s a robot
Synapses and reactions playing themselves through
I eat I sleep I interact with this world
And then there’s me me
The stuff unlike this world
but still comes from it
…And thus, we are on the ride of life
one all our own
or all the same
Nothing but particles
sleep to dream
and dream to sleep…
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