Machinae Supremacy

Sometimes I curse that I was
Born a cripple
To the sky I'm under
Bound by my two feet
I walk the road paved
By our evolution
Grinding my illusions
This earth is not for me
But in my mind's eye,
A vision of ourselves
In our cradle of dust and stone
I nurse a single dream,
A memory
One I can't remember
And I am not alone
I wake from my
Suspended animation
Deprived of my creation