Every morning I wake up to see what was Yesterday.
Is this what life is meant to be?
To make my cup of coffee,sip it while I learn what I say,
Is my reward only my fee?
To walk through that door and see the faces of the bots,
As we were brought here in bunches and lots,
The mistakes I make , counted in colons and dots
Is this all in my life that I got?
Where is the me in I?
Is it alive or left to die?
Where is the me in I?
The wings are cut and I try to fly.
Where is the me in I?
Is it alive or left to die?
Where is the me in I?
Oh I better kiss my past Goodbye!!!
Amen!
Pic Courtesy: Cyril BRETON
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