Attached to the inanimate;
look for others, but it's won.
It closed down all my options
until I was left with one.
My love is not of humans;
they're a creature I knew once.
They created this to bring us life,
but with it I have none.

Back then I dreamed of men,
of honour, noble breed.
By love I saw a way to live,
a way to greater being.
But logic takes the place of this
in the world of the machines.
A perfection separate from truth,
a truth with just one means.