Are We Copies?

In the beginning,
we crawled the earth like ants
A simple forgiving,
born from circumstance
A need to learn,
a need to trust
A need to grow
is born of kindness
It seems elemental,
appears within a glance
Create reverential,
diminish sense of chance
When all you see
and all you trust
And all you fear,
is born of sadness
Are we copies?
Are we human after all?
Are we children,
just playing with the flaws?
Are we equals?
Are we measuring our pride?
Or lonely robots,
just staring deep inside?
So then came the judgement,
all hail the great remorse
And where is the architect,
did he steer a difference course?
As all we wish,
and all we gain
And all we lose,
is born of madness
Are we copies?
Are we human after all?
Are we children,
just playing with the flaws?
Are we equals?
Are we measuring our pride?
Or lonely robots,
just staring deep inside?
And so, the grand architect sits back and observes all.
Vast cathedrals of light spinning in infinity. And we, cast down from the
ancient blueprint.
Scurrying across
this tiny anthill in mighty arcs of sound.
Please come home, lonely robot.
Your heart is beautiful,
programmed to receive.
Are we copies?
Are we human after all?
Are we children,
just playing with the flaws?
Are we equals?
Are we measuring our pride?
Or lonely robots,
just staring deep inside?
Are we all just copies?