Constant state of temporality
Transient human being
Rush of movement, flickering light
Hum of running machine.
Engine roaring, never stalling
Racing from A to B
A few weeks here, a few days there
Then never to be seen.
There is no sense in stocking up
The future does not exist
It’s not something to be seen or grasped
Yet it’s what we strive to reach.
Always waiting, pacing and humming
Thinking of what will come next
This virtual reality is second to none
Not sure if it even exists.
No time is wasted,
No sentiment is spilt
There is no slowing down.
Or maybe it’s all wasted,
Devoid of worth
Thoughts like these
aren’t worth the time.
Beeping steadily,
Light flashing in time
Surge of electricity
The fuse blows out
The robot is dead
Let’s not repair this machine.
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