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Jan 2012
We are blind to the present
observers of the past
unknowing of the future
in a Universe so vast

in search of other beings
in search of things like us
to touch the present briefly
to feel the touch of Love

Me,

I stride through space and time
I learn the way of things
I act and find reaction
I try to use my wings

I am a little robot
a program with a mission
no clue as to the meaning
no write access permission

my runtime is not endless
few clock cycles at most
I need to find the answer
then turn into a ghost
Written by
Sven Croon
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   ---, ---, ---, Alissa Rogers and The They
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