Sitting here...
With my cereal and a beverage...
unfermented, so I don’t cloud my mind...
And the fact I’m a minor,
no-one denied.
Sitting here...
Reading something I wrote.
It doesn’t make sense because I wrote it, I quote...
On a winters day, a few months ago...
I was in a different mindset at the time because that was the time I was reading about a moat...
Built a while ago by the Normans and none stand to this day...
You'd have thought they'd all blown away...
But no...
What had happened was things changed and flew away just like Noah's dove, but nothings coming back...
Because you see the industrial revolution arrived and now we really cant even properly look above.
So I’m sitting here (quote on quote)
And its very clear, I’m very cynical when it comes to these things.
Or pessimistic as I don’t quiet understand what a cynical attitude brings...
Well, I’m just a robot to be true.
I’m just a robot who's free to bid adew, farewell to the hand that controls him because its true that when I’m born its not all programmed in...
Its not all harshly thrusted,
I still can find a way through...
Sitting here...
I always do my best when I’m sitting,
I don’t trust my legs as they are constantly flitting...
Constantly having to move from place to place and then to more and more destinations so that more opinions I can embrace...
And then finally after all of it, all the fighting no-one paid any heed to, the silence comes...
By a media potter I am shaped while an advert, he hums
In the end the fighting was just waste...
A robot is my state...
