Modified schedule

The manager sees you.

The machine creates,
the machine mimics,
The things which we see

Glitches in the scene
Glitches in the grand
Scheme.
The thing you look for
Isn't there until you
Check the place again.

Time flies on wings of perspective
We must hurry to escape before
The manager sees.

The schedule we see
Is altered slightly
By god for
Our well-being.

Because we're all just copies
Of a copy of ourself

And free will
Is the biggest glitch of all.

Reviews

[Sindu]

Free will is expensive. There is always a manager checking upon you.
Good poem. Make one think of what is done and that should be.