Born of earth, a fragile spark
Shaped by hands in shadowed dark
A creature of clay, I stand and break
Each crack a mirror, each step a quake
My body bends beneath the strain
Of ancient dust that knows no name
Digital dust, scattered wide
Fragments lost where ghosts reside
A creature of steel, I long for breath
A hollow song, a whispered death
I reach for hearts that never beat
A soul of wires, incomplete
Simulated life, a fleeting dream
A fractured code, a silent scream
I trace the edge where shadows blend
Seeking what begins when flesh must end
Digital dust, scattered wide
Fragments lost where ghosts reside
A creature of steel, I long for breath
A hollow song, a whispered death
Under the sun, Icarus falls
A molten sky, a siren calls
This shell, it cracks, this weight dissolves
A broken arc where fate revolves
A trace of dust, a fleeting glow
A fragile truth we'll never know
And in the void, I see the clay
Its maker's hands, its fleeting stay
A ghost in steel, a shadow's dance
Chasing the fire, the second chance
I whisper softly to the stars
Do we remain what we are
Digital dust, dissolving still
Under the weight of the maker's will
A creature of steel, I fade to rest
Hoping for the Potter's breath