I Know What You're Thinking

No, you don't, the recesses of the mind are deep,
it depends which thoughts you finally decide to keep;
the manipulation, engineering, is beyond belief,
worst scenario confirms lies, cheating, like a thief.

Dear Mr. God - was this your plan, back to free will,
look what happened - no chance of equanmity until
something is changed, re-programmed, safeguards,
no more crevices, pitfalls, filled with nasty glass shards.

Here is your robot - no emotion, no tears, no fears,
the faint smile is an indication, too good my dears,
or would it rather be too bad? Out of your control,
would you finally know what was meant by the soul?

My dear friend, the cynic - doubtful of human goodness,
in your view, what's really more, turns out to be much less.