Machine of Flesh

Machine of Flesh

This body is a flesh culmination
Wires of blood and genetic coding.
So if my life is just simulation,
Then why do we keep searching for meaning?

There is little we can say to deny
That we are more than just complex machines
Built just to ask ourselves the question “why?”
Really we don’t know what “why?” really means.

Everything controlled from one processor
Running switch by switch, wire by wire
Could it be, to say there’s no creator,
Would equal to calling ourselves liars?

Oh well, our lives are far too short to dwell
On whether or not a God could be real.

--Joshua Kybett