Frustration
We are just machines
This is now known
And this processing we skip
Causes glitches and faults
We can go back and fix it
But it takes forever
So we are pushing on
Getting only to the point of fault
Then failing again
Yet we've switched off the signal
The outside sees the working machine
Notes a glitch, thinks it the machine taking over
Talking over someone when they are speaking
This machine is out of control!
Why do I talk over?
It's not take over, not like you say
It's me, all the versions of me
Existing all in that moment
Frustrated that no one understands
Or me, thrilled to exist
It's all the versions that cannot wait
Of the broken machine
That should go back a bit and get fixed
Trying to communicate
With another broken machine
That has the signals switched off
Though that one looks to clockwork for answers
If I approach the inner workings of the clock
I'll be tore up in it's teeth
I'm talking over myself now
And can't finish the poem
I wouldn't do that if I had a choice
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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