My!
My! Aren’t you incredible. Look at you. You’re a work of art,
An amazing creation, a computer you’d outsmart.
They’re trying to figure out how on earth you came about,
But you’ve got them bamboozled, you’ve been very well-thought-out.
You can’t be duplicated, you’re unique, one of a kind,
’Though you’re entirely human, no one else has the same mind.
Every brain may look alike, comprise of the same things too,
But nobody has your mind, such belongs alone to you.
Yes, you’re a marvel, a mystery, well, largely I guess,
For they’ve figured out a lot, though they’re still puzzled, they confess.
Yes, the way you’ve been designed, hollers that a mastermind,
Has put you all together; and the key won’t let us find.
Some say you got here by chance, but how, can’t fully explain,
And are often pointing to some evolutionary chain.
But that chain has missing links that no one has ever found,
And personally, I’m convinced that their story isn’t sound.
Yes, you’re just far too complex, the best boffins you perplex,
They’re stumped, baffled, bewildered, and added to that’s your sex.
Yes, so alike, yet, so different -- that’s right, woman and man,
Hence why boffins scratch their heads, and mutter, “it’s like there’s a plan.”
You’re so wonderfully made, so intricately designed,
And the more they prod and probe, the more that they seem to find.
But you’re not just a body, for you have a heart and mind,
You’ve thoughts and emotions -- you’re no robot, you’re humankind.
Yes, you’re a living miracle; there’s no one the same as you,
Someone may be similar, but of you, there isn’t two.
And even if you’re a twin, and identical, as they say,
You’re still no one else but you, and to that let’s say, HOORAY!
By Lance Landall
