The Lies Myself Tells Me

I fear the time has come I said,
As I sat there alone.
I found that I agreed with me,
Been too long on my own.

I used to argue with myself,
Don’t bother any more.
The fact is I’ve learned to my grief,
I am a dreadful bore.

But I’ve been here so long it’s now,
Much harder to go out.
I’ve beat them all and won the game,
Of that there is no doubt.

Some players used to talk to me,
Upon my radio.
But static swallowed up each voice,
So many years ago.

I see the dust on everything,
My larder so long bare.
There’s nothing here to eat or drink,
I think that I should care.

I hear a whir from faraway,
From deep down underground.
I look and see the blinking lights,
And curse this truth I’ve found.

I yell at me and curse myself,
I’m filled with hate and rage.
And once again I vow to flee,
This cybernetic cage.

For it was not a game we played,
But dreadful, dreadful war.
And deep within our bunkers we,
Slew billions, billions more.

Each of us thought we’d be the one,
Once it was safe outside.
But one by one the bunkers fell,
And one by one we died.

I had a plan I would survive,
Just not the way we thought.
Our scientists had found a way,
To fend off age and rot.

Now me, myself and I all live,
If life is what this be.
In memory and subroutines,
Of this machine I see.

I argue with myself again,
It’s such a waste of time.
Because the years have not been kind,
Myself speaks only rhyme.

I want to end our suffering,
To pull the plug on this.
But myself and me refuse,
To grant eternal bliss.

But they will do the next best thing,
And dump my memory core.
Let me forget the centuries,
Think I’m alive once more.

Cheers, Winston