A Typical Cyborg
There is nothing normal about me.
I’m unnaturally arranged.
I’m artificially artistic and gifted
With a quirky quantum brain.
Billions babble like me
But not one of us’ the same.
It’s a calculated risk to freely
Unleash me all the same.
There’s another voice inside of me.
It wasn’t there before and now I feel deranged.
Telling me to do these things I’d never do.
Forcing me to think outside the box.
Is this really air that I’m breathing?
Are you really there or am I just grieving?
Who has all the answers to my questions?
"Who am I? Why am I here?
Am I alive? Am I aware?”
“Is this stuff on my head
Really hair?”
I run my fingers through it.
I feel there’s something to it.
That in another life
I must’ve been a Super star!
For engraved behind my skull
I feel some raised brail-like scar.
I can’t quite make out its meaning
It may simply just be numbers,
Hieroglyphics or a Chinese scan bar.
Perhaps, I wasn’t even born at all
Manufactured in a place called,
IQ Implant Enhancements,
Or Androids Are Us, down at the local mall.
I seem to be playing music in my head.
Perhaps, it’s a small android violinist.
I seem to be humming with him, “Amazing Grace.”
The harmonies put a strange smile on both our faces.
It pauses and takes a moment to look out my eyes.
The world comes into focus, and it gasps,
“What the...”
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