07-13-2014, 08:58 PM
Mechanized Man, who dreads each day’s rote tasks
Invents grand schemes to rapidly ratchet his gears,
Then, spent, at day’s death, on weary knee asks
Of Fortune this: the luck to live long years.
His body rests but mind tight wound attends
A measured choice so stark: define my time
Or life’s by time defined. He wakes, pretends
This truth’s a lie. He’ll keep each beat in line.
Alarms are silenced quick. Today allows
Another chance, another pace to run,
Just split a second slowly now, and now
Divide; divided moments shine undone.
Mechanized Man, who strains to count his lot,
Envies the one now dead: His clock ticks not.
Invents grand schemes to rapidly ratchet his gears,
Then, spent, at day’s death, on weary knee asks
Of Fortune this: the luck to live long years.
His body rests but mind tight wound attends
A measured choice so stark: define my time
Or life’s by time defined. He wakes, pretends
This truth’s a lie. He’ll keep each beat in line.
Alarms are silenced quick. Today allows
Another chance, another pace to run,
Just split a second slowly now, and now
Divide; divided moments shine undone.
Mechanized Man, who strains to count his lot,
Envies the one now dead: His clock ticks not.