is this the future or the end?
it started with one
a replacement
something old
with something new
something better
something intelligent
and i felt comfortable
i could rely, depend
on this one change
then it was another one
and still i was calm
content to comply
happy to oblige
what’s one more?
three more rearranged
i started feeling cramped
was it the cold steel
against my wooden walls
was it the monotone voice
replacing the laughter
of my children?
2 years and 7 more improvements
i feel like im in a dome
an echo chamber
but i can’t seem to hear my own voice
and when i do
it comes out ragged
and emotionless
my car’s stopped working
i’ve no use for it any longer
no where to go when all i need is here
at least that’s what they’ve told me
the throat stuffers
and my first-born
15 years and there’s nothing left
actually i have everything
and nothing all together
grey litters my home
and it’s infected my bones
when i die let me rest
with the gardens
that once bloomed
years before we chose the color of nature based on an impossible aesthetic.