111. Cyborg
I've been caught in a dream. Dragging my feet around and around. Daydreaming of shedding the dirt off my skin, So I can put on a new face. But spinning my wheels has me burnt out. I take my drive headstrong. Too afraid too see where I'm going, I race blindfolded head on Until I crash. As I lay in my own blood, I'm visited by my own ghost Reminding me of days past How long did this last? I used to make the most Out of every flood. I wouldn't even bat an eyelash. Feeling like a newborn fawn I could rest by yawning During days that didn't last so long. Back in the days without drought, Water would wash away the disgrace. I never saw mistakes as sin. Only peace was to be found. I'm remembering my gleam.