robots

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