bleep bloop
they laugh
cry
mourn 
hate
lust
greed

emotions,
next to emptiness,
their minds,
computers,
programmed to do what they're told to do
to never think,

some try,
they invent this fictional place
a place where we all dream to go to
not believing that we really dont have a purpose

aimlessly wandering through the streets
staring at the small stupid bugs
surrounding the lights
bumping, reflecting
coming back again
repeat
repeat
repeat

until we all die
burried six feet under 
and we rot