Flesh,blood and veins, I was born with.
But a machine is the mold I was ordered to fit in.
Molded to serve a purpose. That I still try to find to this day.
I hope I never do, because of the joy in search for something, anything or nothing... will start to disappear.
I hope I never do, because when I do...what else is left there to find?
I try to forget
And so instead I start to dream
I dreamed to be a picture, a doll or a crystal.
With so much beauty that it will never expire.
But with flesh, blood and veins, I was born with.
Born in a way
Fit in a machine kind of way
Trapped in a shell kind of way
Against my will, kind of way.
Will probably never find a way
To be a a picture, nor a doll ... nor a crystal.
Just a machine
With flesh, blood and veins.
