A Fistfull Of Colour

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I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough, 100 percentile no errors no miss.
I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much. Don’t worry ‘bout dreaming because I don’t sleep — I wish I could at least 30 percent, maybe 50 for pleasure then skip all the rest.

I’d roll around in mud and have lots of fun then when I was done,
build bubblebath towers and swim in the tub. Sand Castles on the beach, frolick in the sea, get a broken knee, be scared of the dark and I’d sing out of key.
Curse when I lost a fight, kiss and reunite, scratch a spider’s bite, be happy with wrinkles I got when I smile. Pet kittens ‘till they purred, maybe keep a bird, always keep my word, I’d cry at sad movies and laugh ‘till it hurt.

I’d buy a big bike, I’d ride by the lake and I’d have lots of friends and I’d stay out too late.

If I could just be more human, I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye
If only I was more human, I’d embrace every single feeling that came in my life.

Would I care and be forgiving?
Would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness?
Would I doubt and have misgivings?
Would I cause someone sorrow too? Would I know what to do?

Will I cry when its all over?
When I die will I see Heaven?

If only I could be more human…