My Machines

My machines and I work through time

To do the tasks how we’re designed 
When things don’t go the way we will
My machines and I feel no guilt
We’re anchored to the ground and stay
When things we love drift away 
The gauges tell me how they feel 
When nothing else in life is real
I speak my mind and they will hear
We never fight and never fear
Always strong through any weather 
We are wearing out together 

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