Dear robots...

I am something without a name
without a soul, form of its own
without two eyes, without blind eyes,
mouth in a chest, or ears long deaf.

I could be that, I could be that
I could be lots, I could be none
That would be you, the modern slave
In this slavery society

I walk a lonely road,
The serene waltz in two
And everyday I smile,
And everyday I'm free.

I gave up rhyme, I gave up all
Because I don't care anymore
When you were young, you were like me
Too bad you aren't anymore.

Maura / Rock Bird