I, Robot

At times I wish I were a robot,
who could turn things on and turn things off,
look inside there’s not a damn thing soft,
just wires and steel.

I’m a machine with memory,
too much of it for I can see
through brick walls and it’s hard to breathe,
yet easy to feel.

So maybe it’s the other way,
easy to breathe yet hard to stay,
easy to see once they’ve gone away,
yet hard to cry.

A robot needs no company,
just common sense and batteries,
so my love for you along with me,
will never die.