I can handle the machine.
the machine cannot lie.
the machine is what your mind says it is.
the machine releases what you could otherwise not release.
the machine is dead
the machine is now alive
the machine operates according to your instruction.
the machine relies on your order.
the machine is powerful.
unfortunately so are you.

I like physical work...I like working hard...I like feeling like I'm getting my hands dirty.  I feel lucky because of this.  I feel like if I needed to I could survive if it came down to it...I know I could survive.  I can manage myself if I try.  I can do what I need to do and make myself a machine and work it like one.  With my direction I am headed, I am proud to say I am someone coming from something that made me work hard.

sitting under sky filled with pretty night
city light illuminating my thoughts further
pieces of myself I collect upon the streetlight flickering night
fragments forming holes of lost whole
I am the furthest I've ever been from myself
I am the furthest I've ever been from something
from something to nothing I have become.