What was I doing in high school? Oh well, maybe it was this investigation into language that made me a better writer, or at least made me stop writing poetry!
I Am Machine
I am machine;
mightier than the soul.
Powered externally,
nothing to tax or toll.
Nothing from within.
Why should there be?
But yet I feel
run down in my battery.
Run down,
Run down,
Run down.
Then from within
Ignites a spark.
Then from within,
I am no longer in the dark.
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