How many hours a day do I work? Money - you give and you take.
How many hours a day do I eat? Enough to survive and then some.
But if this were all that my life was I swear I'd die of utter boredom.
So why am I such a robot, then? Ears hooked up by wires to machines,
with my eyes staring blankly ahead of me at a lit rectangular screen.
Fingers clacking at keys. Absorbed, consumed... quite numb.
Where did I go wrong in my life, I wonder, if this is the thing I've become?
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