Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Beep

Hello little machine, tiny worker bee.
I observe you from afar, in the foundry, melding companions.
Constructing contraptions to keep content.
You cannot stop making brethren.
Your arms, claws, pincers, endlessly turning turbines.
Your face, a fading smile, you can only go on.
You cannot win.
But you will succeed.

3 comments:

  1. Win? I don't think the little machine is thinking about winning at all.

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  2. ha, that's what i based it off of, most of my songs have a related post on here somewhere.

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