The Cog, The Machine
Original Poem
Am I the cog
Or the dust that falls between
Am I the fuel?
Am I the waste?
Or am I the machine?
Do I show myself?
Or do I carry on unseen?
Cycles and spirals
Gears keep turning
Dust in the shadows
The engine’s yearning
Fuel ignites
But the ash is learning
Am I the spark
Or am I the flame that’s burning?
Am I the path
or am I the one that’s chosen?
Am I the thread
or am I the needle woven?
Am I lost in the cracks
Of doors unopened?
Am I the tide?
Or am I the force of the ocean?
Echoes hum,
And my pulse keeps growing.
Lyrics
[intro]
[instrumental]
Am i the cog, or the dust that falls between
am i the fuel, the waste or the machine
do i show myself, or carry on unseen
carry on unseen
Am i the cog, or the dust that falls between
am i the fuel, the waste or the machine
do i show myself, or carry on unseen
carry on unseen
Cycles and spirals, the gears keep turning,
Dust in the shadows, the engine’s yearning,
Fuel ignites, but the ash is learning,
Am I the spark or the flame that’s burning?
Blueprint coded, systems frozen,
Am I the path or the one that’s chosen?
Am I the thread or the needle woven,
Lost in the cracks of the doors unopened?
Drive or drag, the weight, the motion,
Am I the tide or the force of the ocean?
Echoes hum, and the pulse keeps showing,
Carry on unseen, but the question’s growing.
Am i the cog, or the dust that falls between
am i the fuel, the waste or the machine
do i show myself, or carry on unseen
carry on unseen
carry on unseen