July 31, 2014

Time User

Once there was a man,
who invented a machine.
It would make his life easier.
It would replace the way it’s been.
It automated daily tasks,
repetitive and dull.
It would free someone to use their mind,
deep thoughts would fill their skull.
It didn’t work the way he planned.
Things didn’t become serene.
Now he spends all his time,
fixing the machine.

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