I am computer (in a logical world)

It doesn't take long
while sifting through the day's events
to come across thoughts
sorted and numbered
according to human needs

I type through pages and sift through data
patterns emerge as snippets of the past
the present
and my hopefully informed future
these patterns are nothing
if not magnets to a compass
daring abstract lifelong instigation

Somewhere, hidden amongst the binary
I am exposed to my own process
my own longing
if not from the clicking music of the keys
than from the beating of my heart