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.
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Win? I don't think the little machine is thinking about winning at all.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of your song. :]
ReplyDeleteha, that's what i based it off of, most of my songs have a related post on here somewhere.
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