I am a living, breathing, working machine

I am made of limbs, organs, and flesh

but my flesh does not hold me together

my dreams do

I am held together ny something much more than anything you can hold in your hands

I am held together by thoughts; dreams; ideas

all the stuff that's so much more than you can simply grasp

I'm held together by the things you have to live

ideas that breathe when you breathe

cry when you cry

I am held together by the ideas and dreams that are intertwined with my very being

I am held together by the thoughts and dreams that are fed by my soul

and every day people try to crush my dreams; thoughts; ideas

but I cannot let them

for if I have nothing to hold me together

I am simply parts

no longer a living, breathing, working machine