When very young I believed anyone
Thought I wanted everything
Becoming a teen I believed nothing
Hated everyone
The twenties arrived and I thought only of myself
Middle age wiped her out
Turning old, I worry about weird stuff including
How I care about others
Who don’t care about me
Does this mean I’m finally maturing?
Doubt it, but when I come back
I want to be a machine
I write on machines and talk to machines
Even think I am some machine
Perhaps I need not come back at all?