Computers Surround Me

Computers surround me here in my head,

I can’t keep this up anymore.

I want to go home and climb into bed,

What am I doing this for?

 

Is there a reason beyond my own will

For me to keep going like this?

For days to go by with life sitting still;

Where is the joy that I miss?

 

Forward they tell us, we cogs in the wheel,

So moment by moment we grind.

So slowly each day we can’t really feel

When our souls have left us behind.

 

Serious thoughts and wrinkled up faces

Are all that I see when I dare.

Are we just here to fill these blank spaces?

Why do I bother to care?

 

Albiet these thoughts are not really present;

Creeping below out of reach.

Creeping my conscience away from the question:

“Who was I fashioned to be?”

 

07.03.19