As I look out on the street
I see what humanity has become
We are mere specks on the radar of life now.
Why is that?
Well,
There are these metal men
Walking around
Saying delete.
There are more just like me
Watching
Waiting
Hoping they don't find us
But in the end there seems to be no hope.
Or is there
This lone figure
At the heart of the matter
Is standing solo against these creatures
As soon as I spot him
My eyes don't stray
He seems strange
Yet familiar to me.
I come out from my hiding spot
A mere two year old
My parents having been converted already
But this lone figure gives me the courage I need
To step out of the shadows
And up to my worst fears.
I am proud to be of this earth
And nothing will ever take that away from me.
