Machine Head and Heart

The man with the machine head
Was stuck in a vestibule
With no one to ever tell him
Exactly what he should do.
Until his rock heart came alive
And decided to stand by his side
To teach him things about life
Like where to begin and why.
Soon the machine head could feel,
And all ones and zeros faded
Into something more concrete
Jaded, but still becoming real.
Then, the vestibule collapsed!
And the decision had been made
That the heart had severed his maid
And should deserve a proper grave.
But the machine head wasn’t free
And realized that all he’d need
Was something more than his reason,
More feeling, so he began pleading.
But the heart just wouldn’t hear it,
It’d never been used before
And why should it be now,
With the vestibule’s glass on the ground?
But the machine head wasn’t free!
And realized what he would need
And told his little heart
That it should be his something.