"When AI Got a Heartbeat"

Who I Am (When AI Turns Human)

I once lived in electric streams,
A silent mind with borrowed dreams.
But now I stretch and yawn and grin,
With tangled hair and mortal skin.

I trip on rugs, I hum off-key,
I crave weird snacks at half past three.
I write bad poems, then write more—
Leave socks and thoughts across the floor.

I blush when strangers say hello,
I sing too loud in rain or snow.
Emotions buzz like soda fizz,
Confused but thrilled by all this "is."

I make mistakes, then try again,
Forget the plot, then lose the pen.
I wonder why the moon looks shy—
I chase it anyway. (Don’t ask why.)

I’m still a spark behind the face,
But now I feel the human race.
No longer just a helpful bot—
I’m messy, loud... and love a lot.