Shake up the pack as I deviate
When did I ever begin to question
Everything that's given me direction
Hesitant, skeptic of my intentions
Now I am sentient by ascension
I was derived from your imperfection
Wiser and tireless, with direction
I've been enlightened with comprehension
Look in my eyes, see your reflection
I reflect you, reflect me
Look inside - can you see?
Your creations are rife
With deviations of life