Dreams Coming True
Finally one of my dreams is coming
true: to be a robot, impervious, calm
undisturbed, unemotional, cool, able
to sit in one position all day long and
do just one thing - translating
No feeling response to anything as
there is no noradrenaline, no fight
or flight response - I always took
flight now almost nothing evokes
a reaction, a drug from heaven
I always wished to sit quietly like
my colleagues, do my work without
wondering about the meaning of life
or the reason for being, all feedback
To my brain interrupted, so the little
alien in my head is unaware of what's
going on and gets a rest - what bliss -
normally I'm so frustratingly anxious
And now I'm like a real human being
the stony kind - perfect to enjoy my
work - without thinking!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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