In a ream of discontent
Lies a machine potent
Slugging away with the cogs
As it plots our downfalls.

With well-oiled grease
It alters the tweaks
Unafraid of the ramifications 
As it sets on self-destruction.

Destroying the pits of grief
Filled with doubts of concrete
Blazing away at the unravelled edges
As it smoothens the rough fabrics.

A bluntness it shows
It prods us to reach for more
Shod of all the roughness
It gives us more finesse.

A lamp of hope glows
In the compartments of old
Wherein the words incessantly echo:
"You are enough for you--just so you know."