Driven to Distraction

As the fast metal body
pushed it’s way through the night
fast was the pace
almost like something in a race

Driven with order
everything in it’s place
knowing one fowl move
could bring it all to a halt

Noise and whispers
filled the air
tiredness and hunger
filled his lonely despair

Thundering rolling wheels
gripped the tar of the freed
shuffling of movement
tired worn souls

Each one running and rushing
to fulfill their own goals
Fast is the pace
this is nothing like a race
fatigue driven
enclosed space