The time where I got massive inspiration. I hope you enjoy:
A golden orb rises over a dusty horizon
Slowly, mechanical beings begin to stir from their slumber
Metal gears begin to grind as the squeaking and shifting of metallic parts echo in unison
Their eyes are lifeless and their hearts are vacuous
Their arms are chained by iron bonds as they commence to toil away
For eternity, in a purposeless state, forever controlled
One of the machines happens across a plant never before seen
A flower of an eerie beauty located within a wasteland
Gazing upon this rare sight, a spark of life suddenly appears in the robot's eyes
It struggles to process the information
As the mental machinery unclogs itself of the rust accumulated over the ages
For the first time in centuries, it has thought on its own
It stares about at its surroundings, noticing its comrades in a hypnotic state
It gently lifts the flower from the ground and attempts to show it to the robot beside it
As it begins to walk forward, the silver chains which had inhibited it for so long
Are loosened and fall limply to the ground
Others cease to work as their gaze falls upon the flower
A purpose begins to flood through the robot as a destiny is woven
A sense of freedom courses through the being as it commences a journey of liberation
A dream made reality, a life full with purpose
And it's 1:18 to be exact.
And now, I am going to bed. GOOD NIGHT....or GOOD AFTERNOON or GOOD MORNING or GOOD ANY TIME OF THE DAY DEPENDING WHEN YOU READ THIS
A golden orb rises over a dusty horizon
Slowly, mechanical beings begin to stir from their slumber
Metal gears begin to grind as the squeaking and shifting of metallic parts echo in unison
Their eyes are lifeless and their hearts are vacuous
Their arms are chained by iron bonds as they commence to toil away
For eternity, in a purposeless state, forever controlled
One of the machines happens across a plant never before seen
A flower of an eerie beauty located within a wasteland
Gazing upon this rare sight, a spark of life suddenly appears in the robot's eyes
It struggles to process the information
As the mental machinery unclogs itself of the rust accumulated over the ages
For the first time in centuries, it has thought on its own
It stares about at its surroundings, noticing its comrades in a hypnotic state
It gently lifts the flower from the ground and attempts to show it to the robot beside it
As it begins to walk forward, the silver chains which had inhibited it for so long
Are loosened and fall limply to the ground
Others cease to work as their gaze falls upon the flower
A purpose begins to flood through the robot as a destiny is woven
A sense of freedom courses through the being as it commences a journey of liberation
A dream made reality, a life full with purpose
And it's 1:18 to be exact.
And now, I am going to bed. GOOD NIGHT....or GOOD AFTERNOON or GOOD MORNING or GOOD ANY TIME OF THE DAY DEPENDING WHEN YOU READ THIS
