what if i

in this distant land on this distant day
thoughts of homecoming seem to fade away
sleeping within boarded walls
life seems to be so apt
made of empty and hollow halls
ghosting thru life so aimlessly
goal in mind but flesh behind
what utter dismay is the spirit within
is greatness that hard to hold
and kindess so hard to bear
sanity is but just a word
and deadlines such a reality
what is the value of success
and success of having value
in this world of grey this day
i would be better off with
artificial intelligence