I built myself a robot, and I made her self-aware
A life without companionship, was more than I could bear

I’d become complacent, and impatient with most folks
My little robot hangs with me, she laughs at all my jokes

We shop and cook and watch the games; I take her for a walk
She seems to like the way I am; she listens when I talk

All at once the other day, she left me on my own
I guess she hasn’t learned the way, I feel when I’m alone

When she returned I wouldn’t talk, so she would understand
About the plans I’ve made for her, and things that I demand

She followed me and asked me, “What’s the matter; are you mad?”
I said, “You left me here alone, and lost and feeling sad.”

She asked me, “If you built me, so that I could serve your needs,
then why give me intelligence, and feelings that it breeds?”

She said that she was capable, of knowing what to do
And needs to have some space to grow, or bid me sweet adieu

I scratched my head and realized my robot made me see
That once again the world was not exclusively for me

I guess that I still love her, but she’s left me feeling odd
That’s the way it goes when humans try to act like God

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”

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