Driftwood
I'm an analog man in a digital age
A wind-up toy in a digital maze
A long-forgotten soul in a time out of place
Another pinwheeler searching for grace.
Anachronism beckons, history begets
A fog, a haze, a riddle, nations full of debts
Fools bereft of substance with hearts full of regrets
What if I change and I find nothing's left?
If I awake to pain, am I awake at all
If shame could wear a name, oh, who would it be called?
If I should never change, there's nowhere left to fall
If I remain the same, am I the same at all?
I'm a square wooden peg for a robotic board
A lone rat in a maze in a digital hoard
Trampled by doubts, then drawn, quartered and gored
If life is a movie then death is my score.
I'm drifting alone on whatever's come late
Out of time, out of place, out of love, out of hate
Just floating along in the great empty space
Are we what we are or can a man change his fate?
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