i've worked so hard to get where i am
so much pain... so much sweat
and i've finally found the top of the heap;
its at the bottom.
i've found the place where my dreams die;
i wash it with my silicon tears.

crushed by the flow of electrons,
faded by a lettered light,
there's a deep sadness.
hidden by a maze of wires,
lies my silicon tears.

surounded by a killing silence,
so alone with my machine,
in a room of electric sun.
soaking in the carpet below me,
a pool of silicon tears.

this life means so much to me,
a beggar with his bread.
its life so short, its breadth so small;
you look at me in disgust,
but can you hear my silicon tears?

  -3/7/90