Kid, don’t you realise, you’ve been working for days,
with ironclad tunnel vision, your time does slip away,
I used to know your face, all I see now is a mask,
you’ve killed all your dreams, by completing all their tasks,
no time for you, no time for us, an android you do show,
being operational, both in heat and in the snow,
As kid, don’t you realise, you’ve been at it for weeks,
no more flesh upon your bones, for I can see the leads,
I can’t hear you breathe, or your laugh anymore,
when you spread your worth, all over the floor,
a walking talking pendulum, that doesn’t seem to stop,
but nature will remind you, that you are not the clock,
For kid, don’t you realise, you’ve been occupied for years,
in place of veins, that pump the blood, all I see are gears,
thrusting so violently, your heart will sure explode,
I see you look at me, with achy red eyes that glow,
then at that moment; you drop your tools, as if they’re falling rocks,
as you can no longer tolerate, the stench of smelly socks!