I am a robot
Sometimes I feel like a robot just coasting through life. Same thing day in and day out. What happend to the days where my soul ran free. When the wind whipped through my hair. The days when I would day dream, and they came true.......... where is the grace of my manner, the grace of my demour. Who is the theif that took my good. Then I turned and looked into the puddle of tears, and saw my own reflection and realized only I am to blame.