In 2814 life is beautiful.
Not fearful, just hopeful.
Hearts are connected,
by Clouds reflected,
humans perfected -
no one's rejected.

We think they are not
brains of a robot.
Souls are not eager
for human talks meager.
Humans are either,
machines are neither.

Lonesome travel,
grinding gravel.
Flashing lights,
dizzy heights.
Feels restricted,
emotions deflected.

Apartment tower,
city rush-hour.
Crowded roads,
muffled odes.
Singing lonely,
living lowly.

My mind is a barrier,
harddrive like carrier.
No feelings are left,
the spirit is cleft.
My hands feel cold,
my soul's being sold.
To the shining city light,
shining ever so bright.
Shining so stingy,
ever so mingy.

In 2814 life is beautiful.
Not fearful, just hopeful.
Hearts are connected,
by Clouds reflected,
Humans perfected -
They cannot be perfected...

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