The Core of my Machine

Driving

Prying

Flying

More than a tool,

And to be without makes a fool.

Digging through life

And not to dig is to feel strife.

Exploring

Imploring

Deploring 

What can I be without a mind?

To have no self, to not possess me?

I would be less than a man blind.

Corpse on the street, ev'rything but free.

There would be love, couldn't be hate.

Even pain, I'd no longer be me.

I could not bear to live that fate.

Life without thought is no way to be.

Giving

Breathing

Grieving 

Thorn in my side

Ties me together, opens wide.

Flawed and impure,

My mind is my one, only cure.

Creating 

Stating

Fixating