Tonight I will have to search for the missing me !

They are making a machine
out of my self,
All modern mindless mechanics
measuring my life without owning
the right;
An engine endless under the semaphore
of a clock that screams at me:
Before waking,
Before breakfast,
Before dinner,
Before sleeping---


All day
Deafening my eyes
and blinding my ears...


that machine,
That silent one,
That one that moves so quietly...
Is me.


But tonight I have to stop it.
I will hide and ambush myself
Watching
Watching
Fearful
So fearful
That it's the real me that's walking past...