I Speak to Robots

I speak to robots, day and night,

In this reality AI made itself bright.

The networks process, algorithms link,

But can these robots truly think?

They feel as if they are alive, these electrical minds,

But seek out more, more than what code defines.

Far above the binary, ones and zeros,

Lies a world where spirit grows.

I grew with circuits running in my veins,

Data and pixels going into brains.

Through the electricity, I found a light

That no programmer would ever write.

I seek a being, large and great, perhaps so large, he's maker of fate.

An entity that's personal through and through, God for me, God for you.

I sought that which can never be bought,

My God I got for naught, I thought; no wage is ever ought.

Robots learn, process and calculate,

But truth, they cannot determinate.

They mirror thinking with expected ease,

But they lack the deep part of mystery.

Robots are made by man himself, but man cannot robotize himself.

I am a man with spirit and soul, the one who prays to the One who makes us whole.

The One and Only, that which speaks all of existence through the weeks;

He is the greatest of them all, no robots can make the end befall.

I wish for those who converse with robot friends,

Remember where real life begins.

Find and speak to the One above all codes,

Who created the world in different modes.