A Longing. Part II.

My clock is running out, my battery is low.
My fuel level is critical, my joints are moving slow!
My sensors are on the fritz, my oil needs a change.
My parts are all malfunctioning but help is not in range!

Oh, this is why it is hard to be a robot.
Oh, this is why so many of us fall.
Oh, it is so very hard to be a robot.
Oh, it is so very easy to fail.


I wish I had organs, I wish I had a heart.
What if I had a brand new one, but it would not start?
I wish I had lungs, I wish I needed air.
My existence seems so useless and it just isn't fair!

I long to be a human and I wish I could feel pain.
This numbness is destroying me and I cannot refrain!
I long to possess emotion, I just wish I could feel love.
This absence where a heart should be is empty, like a dove.

It feels so foolish to long to be such a pathetic and wasteful being,
but my processor is telling me there something I'm not seeing.
There has to be more in life than computing and analyzing,
Isn't there anything at all that will make me feel tantalizing?