Machinery
I sit inside myself,
and watch the outside world.
The outside world
runs my body,
I don't have the controls.
I don't know how to work the wheel,
I cannot reach the pedals.
The stick shift will not move the gears,
the emergency brake's not working.
I can't slow down,
I can't speed up,
I don't know how to swerve.
My body reacts to those around,
And I feel like a machine.
October 29, 2003 © by Snea