Standing in a place man-made
I am in the dark
Even where the light can't pervade
Staring at machines strength
And the collective thought
Funneled into their make
So i reflect
Into my time
My thought
My home
And the path I direct
Do the tools made
Understand the machines they make?
They are cold
Unforgiving and strong
Leaving no room for emotional freedom
But do I need it?