She said it keeps her thoughts at bay,
The road ahead begins to fray,
A little piece is bound to chip away,
And leave a standing vertebrae.
Through this we only operate,
On what we need to stay awake,
When we’ve lost what it best, what is left to recognise,
She dreams of humans.
She said it happens every day,
Her living words just wash away,
A little moment seems to dissipate,
Each day a step in sinking clay.
Through this we only operate,
On what we need to stay awake,
When we’ve lost what it best, what is left to recognise,
She dreams of humans.
