There ain’t no revenant

Live each moment they say.
Pain or Joy, experience each day.
So I live. Chores everyday.
Until my conscience comes clean.
But like a rusted machine.

They say men are different.
They feel.
They choose.
A vision. A goal.
The path and their role.

But I tread everyday,
No Vision. No goal.
Running circles, around a hole.
A machine does better.
Algorithms to guide,
Appears go-getter.

Then again, machines are lucky.
Commit a sin.
And it’s the algorithm that’s pinned.
Men get caught in the current.
Even god willing,
There ain’t no revenant.
There ain’t no revenant.