I am simply not a human being
I'm a number, nothing more and just that
My wits are to the test but I'm fleeing
From all the things I have, falling just flat
Letters on a page are not me, I'm lost
All I am is the sad victim of this
System that is killing us at no cost
Help me, no, save us with things we can't miss
Punish us when we fail to no avail
Turn a head as we win because to you
We are numbers, things that cannot prevail
Just parts of your machine, we start anew
And I finally see at year eighteen
I'm not the number I see on the screen
YOU ARE READING
Where the Fox Runs
Short StoryHere is a collection of short stories and poems that I've written. The title is just a weird title; a name to go with these stories but it had nothing to do with them. Each chapter is a new story. These stories are random and do not follow any orde...
