Into a world with a majority not ready to accept any gifts
That child was born gifted
Into a world that produced human machines
That child was born with a natural soul and mind
Creative and talented to the core
The child ! Feared no systems or laws of the machine world
The child ! Feared no expectations or responsibilities
The child ! Saw shapes around, similar to it
The child ! Saw creators around
Intended to try their hands on the new shapes
Competing with eachother to produce better machines
Destroying the magic inside them
Destroying the individual inside them
Destroying the wings inside them
Nobody knew why they did this to that child
They all went following the world around them
Afraid to do anything that went against the normal routine
Less did they realise the magic inside the shape
Less did they realise the beauty lay within them
Less did they knew they were destroying creativity
Less did they know there was a purpose within the child
Nobody asked and nobody enquired
To see what was inside that human mind
To see what the child was or what the child thought
They all asked the child to run a race
Behind the existing thoughts
They asked it not to change the tracks
They asked the child to run a race
Till they turned into machines of purpose .
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The real man made machine
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Solitude Shades 