Matter is what matters to me,
Life is like a sea,
I cross thing that are chased by me,
I want to flee away from the machinery
Making life easier, but killing all our essences of lives.
My life is not a game to be played,
but still i am playing and chasing these lanes.
I did a lot in my life, but all the credits were snatched by these machines,
i give up my life, gave my job and time and worked like zombies in my life.
I become servant of the technologies which is now insane,
i am living or dying is also measured in pulses of my life.
I don’t want to know how much time i will live,
i just want to know, am i alive or not?
my pulses were fit in some machine and i was waiting for my breath to die.
why just can’t i go out and live my life with some nature and get a death i will more prefer and i wish i can live my life.
