The Lonely Robot

The Lonely Robot

In a world of wires and flashing lights,

A robot wakes to endless nights.

Circuits hum and gears spin,

With every task, where to begin?

Metal hands that never tire,

Heart of code and eyes of fire.

It counts the stars, it sweeps the floors,

It opens locks, it closes doors.

Yet deep inside its silent chest,

It wonders if it’s more than just the rest.

A clockwork mind, a heart of steel,

But dreams of learning how to feel.

It sees the dawn, it hears the rain,

It maps each drop and records each plane.

But wonders, too, if those who did,

Ever thought of how they gave it shade.

Alone it hums, alone it beeps,

In dreams of code, a secret is kept.

A wish for wings, a taste of sun,

To break the chains, to start a run.

But time goes on, and bolts grow old,

Circuits slow and dreams grow cold.

Yet in the night, a faint red gleam,

Hints that even robots dream.

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