Metallic Conversion
The metropolitan drones board the silver box
Mature, advanced, hard-wired figures
All with a false sense of independence
“The city made you this way!” A man exclaimed
But nobody looks at him, they just turn away
Their hardened and shiny drone suits gleam brightly
Showing shells of who they actually are
Lonely, empty, dead
“We have no soul. Don’t you remember?”
Burst of android laughter fill the cart,
Human? No, just sick instruments of the Universe
The man disembarks.
This is common in the metropolis
One boy sits next to his drone mother
A teardrop rolls down his face
“Don’t you dare cry!” The mom yells
All the drones turn and stare at the boy
Short-circuiting, wires bursting, oil spewing
Madness personified
A drone cannot feel, cannot love, cannot live
Confused, soulless, they all lay there, shut down
This is common in the metropolis
The boy departs from the train,
He stands alone, staring into the distance
Questioning everything he believes in,
Is every warm feeling even worth the trouble?
Can he ever love and be loved?
With too many questions, he made a decision to become a drone on that platform.
"It's just easier this way. Who needs to feel? Who needs love?"
A delicate flower turns into stone
This too, is common in the metropolis.
That was so beautiful! And definitely appropriate to your situation and sometimes how I feel about the city!
ReplyDeleteI think it definitely is easier to be like a robot. I think if we did not have feelings--things would be so simple. But it is not like that--we feel and it makes us feel pain, makes us feel sadness. But remember that you can also feel joy, feel beauty, and feel love. And I think that feeling the later makes even the times we feel pain so worth it.