Imitation

There must be something wrong with me
Some sort of technicality
Some sort of missed connection in my mind that will eventually,
Deteriorate my very soul,
My body, heart, and mind as whole,
Self destruct from all the wear and tear that's finally taken all its toll.
What foolish hope in mortality,
That somehow I thought eventually,
These things would fix themselves and not lead to fatality.
So take away my heart and brain,
Redesign my body's frame,
Reprogram these formalities of hopelessness and loss and pain.
Insert instead of bone and flesh,
Some wiring and copper mesh,
Reconnect my circuitry and let me reprogram re-circuit, and refresh,
This body's poor, defenseless, feeble mind,
A horrid design, the worst of its kind,
Re-circuit it so it can rehabilitate and hopefully find,
Some way to fix this beating heart,
Just take its veins and pull them apart,
We mustn't rely on muscle when there's steel and wiring that can restart,
It's crooked beating, it's flawed emotion,
It's broken thoughts and preconceived notions,
It's poor design of cogs and gears that do not get its plans in motion.
Reimagine this structure that toils and toddles,
This misinformed being, this out-dated model,
Refit it so it may function again, without its mind feeling as if it's being coddled.
With these steel plates and springs and gears,
This being should run for hundreds of years,
We've reprogrammed away all his original feelings, doubts and unwanted fears.
We've fixed all the problems with that disheveled mind,
We threw it away, so that no one will find,
What once was somewhere behind,
The pale imitation of life in his eyes.