To be efficient

To run without a break every 5 minutes.

To go on and on and on.

I am not efficient. I hold onto the model of it

I cannot be 'cause I'm human.

I was not made like machine.

Though I wish I was,

It isn't really the ideal dream

But imagine if you were.

You were born and raised as artificial,

How would you see your love?

Could you even think for yourself?

I do not know at all,

But this poem has got me thinking

What is thought at all?

Surely we know it all,

But I do not want to do it.

Because honestly I'm not efficient.

Not to research this.

Because when I did I wouldn't be

Efficient.