Press Me! – Day 224, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Communicating with what appears to be a mannequin.
A voice box appears to be present as long as you press the right buttons without any damage.
Yet,
No matter what I say,
The response will always be the same.
So,
Why even bother talking until the point of rage crawling up my spine?
Silence,
In this case,
Seems so divine.
I’d rather sit down,
And,
Write a poem that’ll open my mind,
To light shining above until I’m teary-eyed.
Crying tears of joy from my own pain rather than what another makes me feel like.
Oh,
What a day,
And,
Age to be alive…