Finding the Sun

The sun has disappeared
in the war with machines

Birds begin to chirp at dawn
waiting for the light

The sun made a conscious choice
hiding behind the night

Sky without the sun—
lightless ambience
for the man and the machine

Birds don’t sing
like they would before

Fragrance of jasmine
stagnates in this transience

Who is human and
who is humanoid—
it feels like 2035
and there’s no sunlight

The body doesn’t know itself
the organs aren’t its kin anymore

Thoughts slowly synthesised—
pills and drugs
keeping us mechanised

So we ache
we cry and
we scream

Madness everywhere—
stressed and
burnt-out
yet we seek to be
productive

The cycle goes on—
some want to reach high
others climb
to escape their lives

Blinded by our misery
we keep seeking more—
we’re promised paradise
by the new-found religion

Machines were made
to ease our lives—
yet the humans have become
the machines themselves

Everything redefined—
freedom
thoughts
expectations
and even love
and emotions

Pleasure mistaken
for happiness—
keep running
the chase never ceases

This has now become
a new normal
as the normal has
lost its true meaning

Nature waits
for us to come home
but we’ve lost our ways
deep into the darkness

It’s getting too late
to start finding the sun
hidden behind the night