I've not written anything decent in a while... Comments appreciated.
It rained. I angst'd.
It rained. I angst'd.
The Boy in the Mist
There are times that I wish that I didn't exist,
But to exist is to feel and to feel is to exist.
There are times that I wish that I didn't quite feel,
To just be an observer, a figure in the mist.
Life would be much more useful if emotions would fade,
If passion and sorrow and love turned to grey.
There are times that I wish that these didn't exist,
If all I could do was be a robot in the mist.
The sun, the moon, the clouds, the sky,
The only place to go is to come down from a high.
Like rain it will come but soon disappear,
Leaving more room for the mist come near.
But ever so often something will glow,
A person, a fragment, of joy long ago.
I wonder now why these still exist,
If all I am is a figure in the mist.
Could the boy teach this robot to feel,
To love, to laugh, to know what is real?
The sun never rises in a colour-blind sky,
So why do I sometimes expect the mist to pass by?
Maybe one day the dawn will shine,
A new world, a new day and one that is mine.
But as for now, I'm forced to exist,
This lonely little robot-boy, alone in the mist.
There are times that I wish that I didn't exist,
But to exist is to feel and to feel is to exist.
There are times that I wish that I didn't quite feel,
To just be an observer, a figure in the mist.
Life would be much more useful if emotions would fade,
If passion and sorrow and love turned to grey.
There are times that I wish that these didn't exist,
If all I could do was be a robot in the mist.
The sun, the moon, the clouds, the sky,
The only place to go is to come down from a high.
Like rain it will come but soon disappear,
Leaving more room for the mist come near.
But ever so often something will glow,
A person, a fragment, of joy long ago.
I wonder now why these still exist,
If all I am is a figure in the mist.
Could the boy teach this robot to feel,
To love, to laugh, to know what is real?
The sun never rises in a colour-blind sky,
So why do I sometimes expect the mist to pass by?
Maybe one day the dawn will shine,
A new world, a new day and one that is mine.
But as for now, I'm forced to exist,
This lonely little robot-boy, alone in the mist.
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