Croak

I am but a machine
I am but a machine
I am sinnew and tendon
Muscle and skeleton
I am moved and pumped
Blood and guts
Nerves sprawled out and
Fibrous tissue
I am but a machine
I simply function
I simply am
A mind is not needed
For the heart to beat
For each breath I take
For every eyelid blink
It is auxiliary
It is no more necessary
Than the clothes you see
Just an accessory
Added on unnaturally
I am but a machine
Yet I think of what I am
I do not what I do
I don't know what I do
No more than a driver knows
A car
A plane
A train
A machine
I only guide
With no sense of direction
And a broken compass
Down routes and roads
Too dark to make out
I just want to shout
Shout
Out
Shout

What?
What do I want?
What do I say?
No how and no way
I don't know how or what way
Should I pray? Should I stay?
Should I wait out this day?
The light is over the horizon
That's all I hear
The sun will come out
And the cloud with be silver lined
The river keeps on flowing
And soon I'll shine
But for now
It's dark
And I am but a machine
Ill equipped