I think I feel, I feel I think - but I am man/machine.
I have no time for songs of love - or qualities unseen.
I have no soul to light my life - no heart to guide my dreams.
I prefer prosaic thoughts instead - on materialistic themes.
Fools may anthropomorphise - or find spirits in the sky
My programme only registers - what I hear, or touch, or spy.
No beauty, no romance, no hopes and no regrets or fears.
No pain, no joy, no laughter but no sorrow and no tears.
