Losing My Mind, Losing My Mind, Losing Control.
Hello Love,
I'm lost.
Completely,
utterly lost.
My friends and family only speak to me indirectly now.
It's dehumanizing.
Though I've doubted my humanity from the beginning.
Maybe I'm just a monstrous sack of meat and chemicals,
powered by adenosine triphosphate stimulated from neuroelectrical
activity running along my spine.
Or maybe I'm nothing.
The pattern behind the machine's programming.
Just an idea inhabiting a body,
condemned to experience the whole world through my five senses.
And Iff I'm an Idea,
Well, a body may decay, but an idea is timeless.
Does a thought ever truly live?
Does an idea ever truly die?
Nobody knows...