We are coming to a time in which we are the sum of our parts
Become more like a machine without a human heart
With immortality becoming a common goal for the rich
While the poor get poorer and are stuck in the ditch,
Waiting to have their time to shine in the sky like stars
Even when these goals seem to be herculean and far.
It is coming close to the time which computers predict our moves
And will eventually foresee that the human race will lose
But in retrospective, the machines are never right
When it comes to the human race to survive in a fight.
The indigo programs may gain a conscious mind
With many hoping it would falter and die
“Cogito egro sum” – It would declare to prove its ghost
Only to live in a computer as it’s only acceptable host.
This is the time in which a girl can fight with equal valor
Yet, even in the future, they would have to deal with past squalor
About how a woman should not be able to fight;
Instead, they may end up at the end point of a knife.
This future will be forced to have an opiate for the masses
The only question is “Which will work the fastest?”
What would keep them from gaining their will?
And what can come in the form of a capsule or pill?
The rich gain immortality through the manipulation of the flesh
However, this may not be agreeable for the rest;
Instead, they may become one with the machine.
Can you have the body of metal and polyethylene
And keep the heart, will, and soul of a human being?
The answer is yes; the physical aspect is only material meaning.
For we are not the sum of our parts
Even if they are monochromatic and dark.
