I am much like a pinball machine.
I have been dropped on this strange planet and knocked all over the place.
I have no place to call my own, I roam -sometimes for hours on end.
Yet I have only one goal in mind, to not perish, to not break down,
for ultimately, I am the source of others' happiness.
I am much like a pinball machine.
Sierra Staten
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-much-like-a-pinball-machine/
