On The Call of the Machine

Most days, you will hear it as a whispered breeze
Passing through the tall trees of your daily existence
Seducing you with its gentle caress
And sometimes, on days like today
The song becomes a deafening roar in your ear
Pulling at your hand
Tugging at your heart 
Screaming in your face:
     Surrender to the machine!
     Submit to the call!
     Obey obey obey!