Down down down...

What is this madness

That makes my motor run

And my legs too weak to stand

I go from sadness

To exhilaration

Like a robot at your command

Look what you've done to me

I'm utterly at your whim

All of my defenses down

All I can manage to push from my lips

Is a scream of absurdity

Every word I intended to speak

Winds up locked in a circuitry

No way to control it

It's totally automatic

Whenever you're around

I'm walking blindfolded

Completely automatic

All of my systems are down, down, down, down

Another completely unrelated pair - Song (Automatic by Pointer Sisters) and Photos (By Yours Truly)

This post is my entry for the PADE conducted by “Just a mom” and “ Things to rave about”

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