Alive

tissue and tendons,

water and blood,

bones hanging limply in their cushions of muscle,

heart beating numbly in its skeletal cage.

eyes take in light, blindly process

the stream of information we call the world

after all music is nothing more than sound

after all laughter's made of nothing but air

circuits and wires,

a perfect machine,

each part is calculated to keep us surviving

nothing more than electric waves in our brain

just a steady stream of blood through our heart

and somehow, impossibly, it all comes together

and it turns into something new called

life