The wind will claim us all one day.
Carried aloft and high.
Arms wide and burning.
I know my shape.
Deprived of rebirth.
The steel thing in which I was made.
I need to get out of the house.
An unlikely thing, the needs between you and me.
I’ve got plenty of fight left in me. Life can’t keep me down.
At some point, technology became so invasive that we stopped seeing its wires digging into our flesh. While science is vital, we must balance it with humanity.