Machine

Machine, my shape
I’m a robobotical ape
My rock, my core
My come on on back for more
My functions well
My signs the good tale tell
My beat, my pulse
Electricgalactical waltz
My think, my thought
My sold and all my bought
Marooned my boat
My stuck without an ore
Your tease, your ties
You’re steered by others' eyes
Your boat capsized
In the oceans I have cried
So who’s this 'I'?
Is it I or is it we as well?
Can the skin keep in not only bone
But soul as well?
Your need for me
My need just yours to be
We’ve failed, we’re free
But it hasn’t made us happy
You’re you, and you
Means all the others too
I’m me and me means:
Chris chameleon, that’s who!
Can’t get enough
Of what there’s more to get of
All that satisfies
Is what you keep when you die
Can’t get enough
Of what there’s more to get of
All you can’t get bored with
Is what you’re born with