Marking time on its own,
Until I sit down to turn on the thing,
It is, then, not alone,
It extends from my fingers, it is me,
Until I disconnect,
Manufactured in some far factory,
By people and machines I've never met.
Remember you will never interfere,
With this cycle of life,
We've already shot our scraps into space,
Trash spread out in our path,
That's how we roll,
Surprised where this has gone?
If you let your eyes see what's around you,
You'll see the result of evolution.
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