When I came to the
city
With pleasure and my
family
Neither fortune nor
money
I didn』t mind I was
almost forty
To realize a dream in
a new society
It didn』t matter
that I was close to forty
Every dark, early
morning
I grabbed the saggy
backpack
Pounding down to bus
terminal
Swinging my eyes
along busy shuttles
Strangers passing by
and leaving
But I am still
waiting
For that unscheduled
route to an uncertain destination
Even I was just forty
I didn』t know
Which one I should be
following
Misty rain falling
While I was driving
in local
Traffics blocked by
those hustlers
Hardly to restore my
orientation
Likely stranded in a
puzzle
Wireless cut-off, GPS
lost the signal
Couldn』t help
shouting to windshield
Fuck you
Even though I was over
forty
I still didn』t know
Where should I be going
The dream got faded
With the faith getting
feeble
Physical striving didn』t
mean you could survive
Intelligence still
relied on the commercial
Even I was almost passing forty
Still something bewildered
Jumping between the
minials
Scrambling trifles to
convert the dishes on the table
Alarming music is set
「Don』t wake me up」
Brewing a thick
coffee then starting engine
Every time I detour a
new path
Try to alter the
boring pattern
Dedicate my strength
beside a robot
Proud of being
passion with salty sweat
Luck with my short
break
But the robot not
Hearing being asked 「How
old are you
And do you replace
your parts?」
Even I am over forty
I am still an OEM body
「What is the
difference of values between us?」
Obsessed by interactive
conversations
「Your parts are evaluated
by its physical performance,
But mine are judged by
the Generations of intelligence」
Even I am across forty
I still don』t know
the criteria of my values
Wish my contributions
is worth to replenish one part
That is crucial to my
body
Just simple as the
maintenance of the robot
Which I am competing
against beside me