All I am is a man
A machine in morning routine
As the sun rises, a chemical rush
Of color presents my world
All I know for certain are the
Mechanical emotions of love and hate
Through my blood stream
As the sun sets, a chemical rush
Of the subconscious presents my dreams
In shut down mode I close my eyes
All I know is nothing
Programed to nourish the ego
By engineers hell bent on disproving God
Before the moon wanes, a chemical rush
Of soul dictates otherwise