Robot

On many days, there are many ways

in many ways, there are many choices

in many choices, there are many voices

Where is mine?

is rain a messenger of love

is thunder a voice of hope?

Is creeping fog, my unwritten blog?

Searching for the right name

looking in the jaws of forbidden fame

all comes too short and even words sound desolate and lame

Can I ever be tame?

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