The Artificial man

As much as it kills me to know,
for more you can tell me anything,
I know that men tend to say it is not meat,
accurate, so I never realized what I was going to happen.

Most of the time, I thought it was a machine,
who lived in VTV orders and routines,
they would always be under the control of others,
but I realized it was not.

Now I feel that I'm not,
somehow never take,
could decirce hundred times,
a hundred times not appreciated for what it was.

Now I realized that I am not artificial,
Now look at the road,
and I realized that I'm free,
free to be whomever, or whatever.
So today take a motorcycle
and the taste of this sweet laurel,
We feel me in the mood to say "go"