I used to reach for the stars.
One time I tried to reach too far.
Then I fell on some fluffy clouds.
But eventually I began to hurdle towards the ground.
I landed in a tree.
I tried to climb to the top.
The branch broke and I dropped.
I'm on the ground.
I'm in the mud.
I'm reaching up.
I'm strung out.
A robot set to stay alive.
I'm running out of battery life.
It's stretched out.
Too thin to be healthy. Too thin to impress you.
Yet its arteries still reach out for something to attach to.
Why can't I have a button that says 'Restart'
What is this string of meat that used to be my Heart?
When will happiness replace pain and art?
Where did I leave that missing part?