An entirely empty memory Displays nothing of value But you still hold on to your life Like it's your little beloved animal The secondhand being that you call life Your face, familiar to millions Exists in the realm of the digital Is it possible for software to live? You think you are free You are a platform A presence that could be Something else is shifting Fields of information don't hide anymore Imaginary eyes begin to shape Your intelligence begins to flow You know you are free You're still a platform A presence of being crucially