we are all puppets on a string
playing victim to the machinery
that lies within our bones.
being so consumed within
the advancing universe
that we, ourselves, have become to mimic it
to the very core unit of our being;
we are granted a framework of bones
replaced by pulleys and bolts,
circuits of thoughts
fueling the cogs
continuously rumbling in the brain.

mankind
has lessened in the skills
of thoughts and cognition
absent-mindedly replacing it
with mechanical intelligence.

heartbeats dance on the hands of a clock,
ticking nuclear bombs
slowly
running out of time;
one day to be exchanged
from skin to steel armour
and pixelated eyes.

beings with no capacity
to feel the heart wrenching sentiment of love.
beings with no desire
to ache with the accession of dread.
beings that we, shortly, are to evolve into.

humanity
is a puppet on a string,
within reach
of losing itself to technology.