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Welcome to the machine, fellow human,
Whose senses have dulled over the years,
Placid stimulation gushes through your nerves,
Can you feel any real sensation anymore?
Welcome to the machine, rotten taste-buds,
Daily indulgence leads to monotone,
Until there lies no difference between
The tastiest food and distilled water.
Welcome to the machine, morbid minds,
All emotions are discarded as aberrations.
And the heavy perfume hides the stink
Of our decaying brains, intellectually deprived.
Welcome to the machine, hardened bodies,
The magical touch, the feel of frigid cold,
Or softness of skin on skin, has faded,
The only sensation left is that of numbness.
Welcome to the machine, dear humanity,
The machine which drones on,
In the background of our mind,
Taking with it the sound of silence.
Welcome to the machine, dulled musician,
For there are no differences left
Between traffic horns playing their symphony
And the notes flowing through the radio.
Welcome to the machine, plastic faces,
With layers of lies upon more lies,
Concealed so well it’s all that shines through.
And the only beauty seen is plastic smiles.
Welcome to the machine, dead dreamers,
Whose dreams were killed early in life,
And life was spent trying hard to avenge
The loss of the only thing that really mattered.
Welcome to the machine, hollow faces,
Where all personalities merge into one,
Programmed to breathe, programmed to live.
Programmed to be absolutely no one.
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The above is greatly inspired by a song by Pink Floyd, “Welcome to the Machine”. I guess it has more to do with what the title and the music evokes in me than the actual lyrics of the song. I thought and thought about how the world works more like a machine, where we’re told to follow a set path, and become the plastic successful person with no real personality or dreams of his/her own. Yes, there is still a lot of variety, a lot of individualism, but somehow I believe that there isn’t enough of it. Then again I guess we all live in a little shell, and we only perceive things as we see them around us. We’re all little frogs in a well who haven’t seen the ocean, and some of us might never see the ocean. Anyways there I go rambling again.
Apologies for my lack of posts, I’ve been kind of busy, but more than that I’ve just been suffering from writer’s block. I hope to be back soon with something better, I know I’m not entirely happy with how this turned out. Hope all my fellow blogging friends are doing well. I apologize for my disappearance as well, will try my best to visit your blogs as soon as I possibly can.
Inside the Mind of a Lunatic 
Wonderfully imaginative and the imagery is profound and stark.
dear dp,
we have been away from writing but i guess there is a resurgence of our verses and i hope so. to put it simply, this poem’s message is deeply felt and socially relevant. i congratulate you for being brave enough to expose the routinary grinds of our waking lives and learn therefrom that we, as humans, indeed need to pause, breathe in the life. you have stimulated my poetic senses now, and i thank you for that 🙂 best regards to you!
I’ve missed that post from you! Wonder why? I saw Sid posted it on FB today! Agree with hames1977, deep message and very much common social feeling all around the world. We’ve all became machines in order to achieve something and in this we’ve lost the ability to enjoy the small things in life, the little joy to be human!
I have never heard Pink Floyd as far as I know. This is dismal stuff it reminds me of Bob Dylan and his grim dismal dronings. The last verse is almost suicidal. Don’t let the world get at you like that throw off these self inflicted blues. Gives us some joy.