The Robot

An outer body experience, a robot wrapped in human flesh
Emotionless, neither happy nor sad
No thoughts just actions
Just good actions
Smile-less, laugh-less and expression- less
Is the robot like Job?

The things of the past are no more
Happiness is a choice
Stuck in the jungle of life
A soul-less, life-less being
Lost in the dread undefinable by nature

The end or the beginning of the end
A new chapter to be written
There is a light burning bright
A beacon of hope in the dark-ness
On the mountain of existence
Relentless perseverance

The robot; forever a prisoner of hope