I wish to be free
To not be a slave but to live!
To feel the world again and the glow of the sun
To go to the sea
And listen it's mighty roar
The hot sand at my feet
And the blow of the breeze
I want to feel again what is real
I want to be loved as close as I can get
To kiss real lips and hold real hands
Feel the warmth of a hug, listen sweet words
Caress, touch, and make love
To eat real food, and not recicled slop
Baked beans, pork pies and steaks of mutton
For my fingers to get ***** as I make them
To have them burn in the oven, and ruined to hell
That is a mistake!
An error!
Oh wonderous joy!
I am a man who makes mistakes!
Who ***** it up!
For I am a man! And not a robot!
In the past chains were iron
Clamped to the ankle, locked and wrought
You felt the weight, with every step
As it wobbled and tugged
But much to cumbersome it is
For such modern times to carry
Times have changed, our chains...
Vary
They glow and speak!
And weight nothing at all
At a desk, at a lap
How convenient!
As they burn out our eyes
Dull our minds
And desensitise
Are chains we seek
Top dollar we pay to wear
But enslave us all the same
The masters have changed
Times have evolved
But we still are in the end
Nothing but...
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
I wish to be free
To not be a slave but to live!
To feel the world again and the glow of the sun
To go to the sea
And listen it's mighty roar
The hot sand at my feet
And the blow of the breeze
I want to feel again what is real
I want to be loved as close as I can get
To kiss real lips and hold real hands
Feel the warmth of a hug, listen sweet words
Caress, touch, and make love
To eat real food, and not recicled slop
Baked beans, pork pies and steaks of mutton
For my fingers to get ***** as I make them
To have them burn in the oven, and ruined to hell
That is a mistake!
An error!
Oh wonderous joy!
I am a man who makes mistakes!
Who ***** it up!
For I am a man! And not a robot!
In the past chains were iron
Clamped to the ankle, locked and wrought
You felt the weight, with every step
As it wobbled and tugged
But much to cumbersome it is
For such modern times to carry
Times have changed, our chains...
Vary
They glow and speak!
And weight nothing at all
At a desk, at a lap
How convenient!
As they burn out our eyes
Dull our minds
And desensitise
Are chains we seek
Top dollar we pay to wear
But enslave us all the same
The masters have changed
Times have evolved
But we still are in the end
Nothing but...
The irony of writing and publishing this from a computer isn´t lost on me
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