It is a mindless transport

aubducting me

from my spot.

Take my mind

and insert it

where yours has been.

All of you are my makers—

think for me

see for me

my eyes are only needed

to see through yours,

talk to me

sing to me

manipulate my emotions

so i feel what you want,

hate this person

love that person

anticipate this ending

surprise me with this ending

take my life, please

my chores can wait

my work can wait

my love can wait

my ambition,

placed on hold.

And I will never turn you off

unless you turn me off


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