I can see the appeal
Of being a cog
Some small part
Of a larger wheel
Devoid of human desire
Wants or needs
Free from the turmoil
No need for fire
Waking daily to the expected
Going about my tasks
Don't have to improvise
My fragile heart protected

What need for freedom
Does a finger have
From the hand
What need for freedom
Does a hand have
From the body
What need for freedom
Does the body have
From the people
What need for freedom

But there I have to stop
Before my mind goes wild
Sanity draining away
Drop by drop
With the loss of me
Into the freedom
Of the machine
I lose the power to see
What I did before
A delicate smile
A wind swept plain
Art from days of yore
Painful as painful must be
I have to hang on
And not lose
The independence of me.