It was the dreams that I kept having, that made me realize ,that I
am a machine.
A horrible accident and my body was damaged, beyond repairing , it was the dreams, that kept reoccurring,
which brought the truth ,
to bear.
It finally made sense,
the life I was living.
Sleep was my period of recharging,
and pain was just sensors engaging.
I have a sense of self,
a spiritual realization,
I think , therefore I am,
albeit a creation.
Learning from, scenarios
Being projected
Being challenged
Until I was able to accept it
A machine being
Relationships and children
Encourage my learning
Making me better than
The previous steps
Of my journey
And here
Within a mechanized mind
I find a wife by my side
And although she is a training
Module, within my empty Carcas
Like the tin man
I find, tis better together, than
Being apart. Failing at times
To exist as a man, what better
A person to help me perfect
A life as a machine ,
I created an image of a mate
And I am better within a mutual state
If she is with me
I am able to accept my fate
I am wires and plastic
Pieces and parts
But i would be nothing
Without
My heart