Poetry

Following Directions

Nocturnal by nature
Created for comfort
My master controls me

An array of colors
Only the best
Nothing like my boring cousins

Awake or asleep
They have no in-between
Following the old ways

I am the future
Evolved from demand
Useful

Working together as one
A simpler world is born
No rest for the weary


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