Accidental Humans

And what are accidental humans anyway?

Were they just pushed out of a black hole sun;

were they not meant to die;

were they not meant for love;

were they not meant for lies?

Define for me a human,

not designed to be real;

a human that wasn't designed to hug;

a human not designed to feel.

A human, designed with nerves to complex to dig to the core;

An accident of atoms not touching;

a forum reborn.

They have matter that tell stories.

They have lives that live for glory.

But how did they get here,

and what is their purpose?

Because if I'm an accidental human,

then I want a new rehearsed kiss.