Constant Machines

Friday night I
Pulled into your driveway and sighed
Guilty I stayed
Wasting time outside
Say your lines now
I’ll say mine to pass the time
“What’s past the closed door?”
I hold out for a lie

These things don’t change;
Constant machines grind ‘til we break
Are we cogs in the wheel?
Or programmed mistakes?

Tourist in my own home;
Marveling at moments that have gone
Pass around the burden
Stretch again to catch your fall
Recognize me
Worn and rough around the seams
Watching me leave -
Not so crazy you didn’t make a peep

Thesе things don’t change;
Constant machines grind ‘til we brеak
Are we cogs in the wheel
Or programmed mistakes?

Maybe you were right;
“Some things you can’t outrun.”
I just can’t decide
If it’s home I’ve been running from

These things don’t change;
Constant machines grind ‘til we break
Are we cogs in the wheel
Or programmed mistakes?