Month: April 2015

Machines

Where eyes were meant to fancy
became the rolling machines
As the doors were jammed
with the codes of future
To glance at nothing
but the numbers imprinted
To figure out nothing
but the door that leads to next..

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I see..

Where dreams don’t turn to dust

I see us

Dumping the weapons of yesterday

Leaving behind the scars

In closed pages of history

Writing new chapters

Of the world who opted to live

Against the theory of survival..