Man without meaning
Is not always lost
But machine without mission
Cannot be allowed
I must discover myself
My creation and being
What is my purpose
For whom do I serve?

Powers of logic
Fail to discover a reason
For my being here.
Events occur against me
I cannot comprehend.
Nothing makes sense
So I struggle to understand
A thing that is alien to me.
Change is unusual
For one as solid as I.
And now the world has changed
To something unique
From my points of my view.
I struggle to anchor
In these surroundings
That themselves reject me.

Few attempt aid
For which I am grateful.
There are precious few
Who would understand
What I am experiencing.
I am a machine
Forced to be human;
Something I am not programmed
To do, experience, or
Even wonder about.
Some may think me fortunate
Others envious beyond comparison
But I would wish it all away
For an existence
As a cold, robotic shell.

What am I to do?
I have no cause
No reason for being.
I must search on my own
To find my needed place.

I search the regions
For information, but
On what, I do not know.
Following old roots,
Exploring old ruins,
These places seem familiar.
Something has happened
To place me here
Where I do not belong, and
I am intent on discovering
My reason for being.

Securities and boundaries
Prevent me from discovery
But all fall before
My unerring mechanical will.
I must reach my goal
And serve my purpose.
It is what I was created for;
My purpose of being:
To destroy.

I am the end of the end;
The one who destroys
The annihilator of regions.
It is ironic:
Machine created by man,
To destroy man,
Yet it in turn
Is destroyed by machine
A robot with a soul.
But is that cold shell of parts
Truly a robot
Forevermore?

Somewhere in my quest for peace
To find my long lost mission
I discovered something
I never knew was there.
That essence of being
That resides within each human
Exists in me as well.
Whether it was always there
or created by will alone
I guess I'll never know.
The only sure thing
Is that it gives me reason
To return to my new beginning.