So cold am I human
Can block feelings out & not give a damn
Am I machine or really human?
Can end you in the blink of an eye
I don’t want to be machine only human
So I can love, hate, cry & have feeling
So I can laugh now & cry later
Think I’m really just only human
I’m plagued with misery, defeat, I’m just a dreamer
One mission, one motive, follow your programming
You’ve been told, obey your instructions
Don’t question, accept even if it’s confusing
All you do is follow
Look for weaknesses, you find it lies in everything
Look for a target, aim, get ready for delivery
Before you foolishly play it safe, it’ll end in your misery
Being human do I need its weaknesses?
Or are they the things which makes me a man?
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Author:
CJ Tones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About learning to love and feeling good about loving. Created: 27 – 10 -2009
- Category: Love
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Ah, excellently fitting image....so very chilling...a living machine, which you so perfectly expressed in the first stanza. La, how coldly hard people can be, so calculating and hateful. Your struggle is fascinating and aptly expressed....in a world of relativity. The concluding consideration is interesting. The weaknesses don't make a "man" it seems to wee me, but having them is excellently the answer to the opposing cold machine. Very nicely written reflection. I enjoyed it.
Thanks Cheeky Missy, glad you enjoyed it & understood it! 🙂
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