Left the world of man one day, to take my hidden walk
I strained my eyes to see the small perspective that you took
I saw that woman, so familiar, and yet so so far away.
She grabbed me by the waste and ****** me like it's Saturday.

I used to write like I was smarter than people.
This was the ego of the sample of knowledge.

Now I write easy, because before, writing smart was the challenge, but now...




communicating  like a human seems to be the challenge.

What am I?