Soliloquy% Ex Machina

so many meaningless days, so many hours flowed away
so many moments of tedium packed in the amusements of the moment
the blank eyes that read nothing more than fleeting pleasure

it has become meaningful to absorb the meaningless words,
the rehearsed gestures, the required movements
the effortless forfeiture of fulfillment for the distraction of the body

if once I had been seeking a heart to anchor on,
I now feign happiness in what not long ago was wasteful energy

the irrelevance of the spiritual is now my mantra
unable to find solace in the force of love, I give myself to the mob
let them rule my meaningless life.

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