Alive, But Dead

Walking through the crowded hallways I am a zombie
Following a monotonous routine for everything inside
Is dead as the beating of my heart is lost.
 

Sitting in the classroom I reach for purpose while becoming like all
The other robots who do what is told and follow
As others push the buttons controlling them.

 

Like the little puppet boy wishing to become real, I sit
Inside a prison wishing to break free, and to find
The one to revive the fire withing me.