"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.