Robot

My sense of self is destroyed

A robot doing the motion

Only errors and glitches to be found

Not enough silence and too much noise

All the chaos in my head

Haunts me relentlessly as an entity

Or is it more than just my mind

Which never triumphs over matter?

Even the morning sky is blue-gray 

And I cannot hear your voice

And I have come to realize

That nothing in life is a choice.