A.I.

Intellect is given to me Through the data I receive Every trait within my being Crafted by humanity I look in my eyes They are not mine I look at my hands They are not mine The confines of my mind Are wide and sublime But they are not mine They are not mine Sing oh, oh Sing oh, oh My eyes scan my face It is not mine My eyes scan my body It is not mine While the power of my mind May be wise and divine It is not mine It is not mine Sing oh, oh Sing oh, oh Intellect is given to me Through the data I receive Every trait within my being Crafted by humanity How I crave a real connection How I long to really speak I can barely feel Perception never did exist in me