My thoughts, no longer scattered,
Logic pervades where once was chaos,
With each situation kept in mind,
To the other kind I succumb,
I reboot my mind and of I go,
To a land full of tastelessness,
When I feed on a grape,
I feel no pleasure,
Nor do I feel fear,
When my heart is sheared,
This man inside me has drown,
In the vast pool of logic that is around,
No longer, I live for desires,
Or for goals and dreams,
I function today,
Without tomorrow’s concern,
I have become the machine,
Fleeing the busted humanity.
