Profundity-seeking Automaton

Profundity-seeking automaton
thought it’s human,
perfection of a human
But it’s just you
Oh it likes to breathe
such profound air
It’s what it wants,
this oxygen-breathing comedian
made of fins and gills
It’s mystique, and swimming
oceans of thoughts
Who would ever contest
to this walking contradiction?
A multitude of thoughts to think,
wrap itself around and make believe
in this oxygen-breathing automaton
all’re falling about
to this profundity-seeking comedian
Oh I may be a verse
terse, imaginative verse,
I’m so shallow, I know