aren't We human...

I think I am like a spring...
continuing to bounce along the walls,
so rigid, yet so unsettled and displaced.
Filled with a desire to cleanse my palate;
I must be free of this frigid, metallic taste

Although, I am more like a super computer...
analyze, process, render, and repeat.
Just cache, and proceed to overwrite;
Losing all that is learned, learning all that is lost.
Ever feel blind with perfect clarity?

But I feel most like a chair...
sitting...sitting...sitting... In the utmost honesty,
as an inanimate existence, comprehending nothing.
Standing on four legs, like some form of primeval animal;
A creature without an active intent to fight.

I'm not... I am not like these decomposing cadavers, perpetuating only empty character.
As it is most-likely a feeble misconception, but don't hang the simple messenger.
So I propose a like-minded question: Will you admit to being Cain, insane, or vain?
I'm breaking the minds of the sane, with instability cauterizing the vein;
Doing it all while I remain here, from a window seat, in my plain private plane.

I suppose...we all follow nature by instinct.
Simply human, with little to no complexity at our core.
It is times like these, I find even myself a bore.
Rising to soar, where any trace of intellect turns poor.
Oh god...oh god...missing the goal, but you still SCORE! I wish nature wasn't such a fucking whore.