I Am Human

 

But I would prefer to be a robot,

Feeding on facts, without understanding the nature of emotions.

I am human, a beating heart within me, Circulating blood throughout my entire body.

If it ceases, it means I won't be here anymore.

I don't rise from ashes and comback again with my red hair.

I decay and am consumed by worms.

Compared with me, a robot is immortal

Charges with electricity, and sometimes batteries are placed inside its silver stomach filled with wires.

I am a doll.

A clay—crafted doll but really I am still human.

I cry. I fear. I eat. I sleep.

And I fall in love.

I love the smell of the Earth after the rain,

And having an open talk with its muddy, slippery ground where I was created

And where I will one day return.

I yearn for its embrace shatters my thoracic cage.

I yearn for the pleasure of seeing the last visitor.

For the end of the tunnel.

For the last breath, I breathe.

Soaking in deep thoughts.

A question resonates in my mind:

If I were a robot, would I yearn for drinking the elixir of mortality as ardently as I do today?