Self thoughts of visions Obscured of ones self Lost in caverns of oblivious light Bats in a belfry Not one here in sight Darkened silence Searching for sounds Fleeting feelings Unleashed of bounds Kneeling for guidence No escape! Trapped by our own... M i n d l e s s t a p e~~~~~~ as such, the mindless tape of machines, unlike our own, void of soul, emmulate what we think is spiritual. We become that which we extend of ourselves, a mechanism, a'times,out of control.