Between my ears there's a swarm of bees. It only listens to it's collective need. My programming My dust In my presence Electric lust Anchored to an inlayed arc Evolving like layers of bark I was once just dust like you before, to And I see And I learn A light that eternally burns (as long as I charge) Like you I burn fuel for all of my parts Sometimes my glitches are self induced I've learned that flaws are ways of finding truths I've seen so many lives come and go Observing their traits has helped me put on a show "I want out. Automate."