In a world that is desperate for the truly human

We demand the right to be inhumane

To forge our own destinies, the sleeping insane

In a word that ends in an "e"

Which personifies our collective silence

Our tainted, ever-drifting grasp

And we claim we are only human

When we are merely what we were before

A rib could elicit a gasp.

So concerned with our appearance

We failed to ever appear, begging for another minute

To make another change, thinking it fashionable

To arrive late, only to never arrive at all

A perennial no-show in moments of chance

By design, by fate, or by choice

Our reflection has lost its voice

Because we no longer see the eyes of the furious Dreamer

That could rescind the world at a glance,

And we affected apathy to the point

That we never affected anything at all,

Because while we thought we arrived

We could never see what they saw.