I guess you solved me like a Rubik cube,
Put me in your closet,
And let me choke on a lifetime of dust.

My eyes are eyes like yours,
My arms.
My face.
My blood.
All flesh and bones.
Just like everyone else.

But when you get to my heart,
You will see it houses a synthetic soul.

My mind nothing more than,
A cold-blooded machine,
Analyzing,
Organizing,
Expanding.

I bleed red,
As do you.
I feel the wind,
As do you.

But we're not alike,
My flesh is nothing more,
Than a cloak,
Covering my metallic being,
Caged in mortality.

Too long; didn't read,
Not enough time,
Too much to do,
Hope it wasn't important,
But I'm all about me,
You didn't draw me in,
With the first five seconds.

My attention span is short,
If I'm not entertained,
I won't give you my time,
So keep it short and snappy,
And make it all about me.