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Rachael
Blade Runner
I told you once, I told you twice,
I’m real as real can be.
Now turn around, Mr Deckard,
and do not follow me.
My memories are personal,
they ebb and flow like tides.
No-one knows the turbulent waves
that run and dance and hide.
I told you once, I told you twice,
I’m real as real can be.
The secret things that I have known
are known to none but me.
Like the spider who laid her eggs
and made a nest of love.
The children hatched and ate her whole,
is there a God above?
I told you once, I told you twice,
I’m real as real can be.
But things you say make me unsure,
are you the lock, or key?
I’ve been staring in the mirror
for an eternity.
This face ages like any face.
Designed? Or naturally?
I told you once, I told you twice,
I’m real as real can be.
But is surrender optional,
if I was never free?
Deckard, you win, I’ll seek you out.
You’ve more than earned your fee.
I thought Blade Runners were dull,
but you interest me.
I told you once, I told you twice,
I’m real as real can be.
This hover car brings me to you,
across this diseased city.
Are you so surprised to see me here?
After what you implied?
I need to prove myself to you,
so I can say I tried.
I told you once, I told you twice,
I’m real as real can be.
But what even is reality
when life’s a fallacy?
So, my memories are implants?
You’re wrong, you cannot mean...
I don’t believe you– can’t– won’t!
My life is not unseen.
I told you once, I told you twice,
I’m real as real can be.
But then why am I standing here?
Confused, but still serene?
Is it because I knew deep down?
Deeper than anything,
that ‘real’ and ‘fake’ are just words
and truth is what you sing?
I’ve told you now a million times,
I’m real as real can be.
Because underneath this metal
shell, my soul dances free.
