Squishy little dreams

There in unsettling madness, stood I,
My mind was squishy, squished into a box,
A nightmare?
No dream would make less sense, standing by,
Waiting on the welfare line,
There we stood, no longer lies,
A field somewhere,
Running through the challenge once more,
Our eyes held high,
To a world we did not create,
But here we are,
Squishy,
Little subroutines,
Running through a thing called life,
No man,
Shall see,
Shall know,
That which does not reveal itself,
Oh madness,
Walk away and be fruitful,
Some day, we shall see again,
That which does not kill us,
Makes us stronger!