All Alone

The world is no longer ours.
The space we had, no longer jars.
The nooks, the crannies, the towers.
All gone, even the flowers.

Caged in our bodies.
We have become nobodies.
Caged in our minds.
We have nothing left to find.

The time has run out on us.
The clock ticks, but not for us.
The hours, the minutes, by the second time flies.
Nothing left for us, not even new tries.

All are gone.
None to bemoan.
Not a sound to make, no groans.
All are gone.
None to bemoan.

What's a machine to do, when alone.
What's a machine to grow, when alone.
What's a machine, all alone.