Constructed machines
no longer just to travel from point A to point B,
over complicated and over luxuriated
Even our breath is polluted exhaust
exhales that curse
or carry carcinogens
Chemical consumptions
making us function
as machines we aren’t meant to be
Resources we’ve extracted from earth
in the name of progressive industrialized worth
extract us further and further from our place of birth
Driven out of Eden
still we drive
still we roam
trying to find our way back home
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