Darla Farmer
Mechanical Thoughts
My head is filledWith mechanical thoughtsThat burst and spilledIn several trivial spotsI tried to eatEvery word that I couldBut I moan and retreatWhen I misunderstoodYour anxious voiceAnd steady wordsAre hammered outAs the engine turnsA question weavesIn my mind I assumeThe perplexity heavesSomething is caught in the loomShow me what I can toastInside this routineMy mind is but a ghostMy body, a machine?Your anxious voiceAnd steady wordsLetras de cancionesAre hammered outAs the engine turnsYour patient voice corrodesAnd steady words explodeBut they're just deliveringthese thoughts from the machineI watched the bride marry routineAnd she walks down the aisleOn a track that remains to be seenHer hands hang and flailLike they're tangled in stringsAnd her thoughts keep on pacingThrough her mechanical dreamsShe's flushed with funtionAnd her motor is cleanSo now I striveTo become a well oiled machineThat's what I want to beAll shiny and cleanI can't wait to beA well oiled machine
From Letras Mania