I feel, yet I can not touch,
my fingers roll across it
like waves on the sand, but
I do not feel that which I
do touch.

I see you in front of me, but
is you I see, is it just pixels
retrieved from a memory, I
cant trust what I see through
eyes that don't really see.

I try to shed a tear, thinking
of emotions, but no tear drops
flow. I am emotionless if a tear
does not drop, to show that I
moved by the feelings that are
inside of me, how am I meant
to show joy or sadness with
nothing to show.

I walk along I feel my feet as
they hit the floor but not a sound
of softness but a grinding as my
feet do touch the floor, I look to
the ground to feel it under foot
but all I feel is that it is cold to
the touch. Will I ever feel the
warm sand between my toes
once again or is it asking to much.

I was made more than I was,
but have I lost the most precious
things just to make me better than
I was am I still me or am I just
wires with a my brain in a pickle jar.
I want to feel, I want to see, I want
to be me. But is that now lost now
there is more machine than me.