Programmable

We wake up, accomplish our daily tasks.
The same dull routine everyday...
It's roughly like we are programmed.
Programmed for what?
To live a life in which no one knows you live?
Programmed for what?
To grow old and die,
To leave your family with nothing.
But maybe a faint memory of your former glory.
Is that all we have in store for us in our life?
To go on everyday,
With the self satisfaction that we don't know who we Are?
We all lie in our beds at nights,
Just before we drift off to sleep we think of our life.
Our Pain
Our Sorrow
Then...
We rest
We travel off to a world not to far off from our own.
It is the perfect place.
No drama, hatred, nor spite.
You wake with a dry mouth, short of breath,
And the machine of man takes over again
With the same tedious routine....
Programmed for what?