It laughs.
It smiles.
It cries.
And soon or later,
it dies.
It gets angry.
Sometimes it's just upset for no
reason at all.
It learns to love-
to hate.
To feel sympathy.
Regret.
It thinks,
and learns.
It has big dreams-
a plan.
Nothing can get in its way.
It breathes,
exhales.
Helps destroy the Earth.
It doens't care.
It's full of itself-
only thinks about one thing.
And our only excuse,
is because we're human.
Like that's good enough.
