I could be a mind in a vat
With wires in my brain
And robots pumping fluid from my head.
Is that the me I’ve come to know?
If God had one real bad day
With power to deceive,
He could change my life to whatever I’d believe.
Would that be me I’ve come to know?
Who am I?
What are we made of?
Cells and bones
Or accidents and love?
Who are we?
From whence has this being came?
Souls and minds-
Are these both the same?
Body cells do divide
Then, the old ones up and die.
How long till the last me is by and bye
And the me I know is gone?
If thought makes the man
But my thoughts just changed again.
They evolve as the world I understand
And the me I know is gone?
Who am I?
What are we made of?
Cells and bones
Or accidents and love?
Who are we?
From whence has this being came?
Souls and minds-
Are these both the same?
If I die
there will be nothing left behind.
Just rotting dirt in a grave
As my flesh starts to unwind.
Unless I share who I am
With everyone that I can.
Privacy is pointless
If no one knows who I am.
My legacy is lifeless
If no one knows who I am.
Everything looks different
From this perspective.
Your perception may perceive
That my perspective is received
From one who would deceive.
Then, why would anyone believe
In me?
Who am I?
What are we made of?
Cells and bones
Or accidents and love?
Who are we?
From whence has this being came?
Souls and minds-
Are these both the same?
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