Working Parts

We’re part man, part machine. 
We’re part disinterested and part keen.

We’re part dreams from a sleepless night,
We’re part defeat, and part fight.

We’re part animals, part society,
We’re part freedom, and part anxiety.

We’re part our forgotten childhood,
We’re part bad, we’re part good.

We’re part ambition, part superstition,
We’re part doubt, and part inhibition.

We’re part lives lived for someone else,
We’re part somebody, and part ourselves.

We’re part what people want us to be,
And part what they fail to see.

We’re part struggle, part fame.
We’re part pleasure and part pain.

We’re part what we want to do,
And part what we actually do.

We’re part illusion, and part true.

We’re parts of a working machine.
We’re parts visible, and parts unseen.

We’re part what happened,
We’re part what is,
We’re part what will be.

We’re part what we try to show,
We’re part what they see.

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