You're the mechanic
And I'm probably your best invention
Because you gave all the parts
That made me the way I am now.
From worthless static,
To beyond innovation.
Every piece of junk
Turned into working gears;
I never expected
This kind of transition.
A fueled, robotic model
Capable of envisioning
Beyond the gray matter.
But your creation
Learned to be alive.
From being automated
To self-regulating.
Every working gears
Turned into flesh and blood;
I never expected
This kind of transformation.
A breathing sentient,
Finally free from your dominion.
All this time,
You pushed me
Through the incompatibility,
To reach the maximum
But then I burned out
And eventually got a ticket to the trash.
My theory is that,
I overloaded
Because you overdrived.
So, I guess I wasn't your best invention after all.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
You're the mechanic
And I'm probably your best invention
Because you gave all the parts
That made me the way I am now.
From worthless static,
To beyond innovation.
Every piece of junk
Turned into working gears;
I never expected
This kind of transition.
A fueled, robotic model
Capable of envisioning
Beyond the gray matter.
But your creation
Learned to be alive.
From being automated
To self-regulating.
Every working gears
Turned into flesh and blood;
I never expected
This kind of transformation.
A breathing sentient,
Finally free from your dominion.
All this time,
You pushed me
Through the incompatibility,
To reach the maximum
But then I burned out
And eventually got a ticket to the trash.
My theory is that,
I overloaded
Because you overdrived.
So, I guess I wasn't your best invention after all.
My first poem in Hello Poetry.
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