It a defect it shows
we but mere mortal.
So let us wisp away
in a celestial portal.
My circuitry wired,
my body is so tired,
it aches along paths
my heart not desires.
What has led me its
circuit it has flipped.
I try grasp but I miss,
my footsteps do slip.
My heart is not in it
my mind takes hold
to salvage a part me
I my mind try control.
But wired in is defect,
after miles I not same.
I search mind to body
I see and own blame.
So cry to the sky I will
for giving a heart feel
do I the urge to heal
my perception it’s ill.
Protruding my faults
I seem not to get by.
So I retreat to a place
where my mind flies.
My basic instinct calls
for it I am so ashamed.
Despite all my words
wired same is a brain.
I do find comfort calm,
birthed from my palms,
this journey I embark,
to right what is wrong.