By this life before me, endlessly draining
And my eyes are straining, my will is waning.
Mechanical and cold, unchanging pulsing
The sound of clockwork, endlessly ticking.
When we surrender our lives to live by these routine motions,
We never move mountains.
We’re forever expending. Never ascending.
Realise time won’t heal all this pain,
It just wears at the stone.
Won’t tread the worn path, a link in the chain.
My road is overgrown.
I will not be a Clone.
Clench these fingers into a fist.
Ignore the utterance that ignorance is bliss
What potential was in me,
Not a link in the chains, up from my knees
I will not be a clone…