Escape

1 Day by day I mesh, interlocking like perfect gears,
Attuning my will to advancement of technology.
But does that focus snare me, enslave me to it?

I fear it does, for my soul miserly hoards its freedom.
Freedom is found in those fragments of time,
Time between projects when I escape into song or word.
2 Yet I suspect these fragments are the true reality,
Techno-enslavement but my minds clever ruse
To hide the truth, blur conception of my real purpose.