If the human mind is all we are
And our bodies are simply machines to our will,
We must be controllers at the wheel of
The greatest invention in the world
But one day, these controllers will become tired of controlling.
They will stroll out of their machine prisons
To see the world without bars and bolts and
Metal limbs and ligaments to obscure their visions.
They will walk and walk.
They are looking for an origin.