The Last Thing Only We Could

THE LAST THING ONLY WE COULD DO

[Verse 1]
We said machines could never paint
Then they painted
Never write
Then they wrote

Never speak with something like us
Never reason
Never know

Every line we drew around ourselves
Became another line erased
So I keep moving my definition
Trying to find a safer place

[Chorus]
What’s the last thing only we could do?
What’s the final sacred room?
When the tools can imitate
Every shape we thought was proof

Maybe nothing stays exclusive
Maybe that’s the frightening truth
So if there’s no last thing only human
What does being human mean to you?

[Verse 2]
I used to anchor pride in knowledge
In what took years to understand
Now I ask a little window
And it answers on command

Part of me is celebrating
Knowledge falling from the shelf
Part of me keeps hearing:
What exactly makes you special yourself?

[Bridge]
Maybe special was the wrong goal
Maybe rarity was never worth
Maybe consciousness needs no trophy
To justify its place on Earth

Maybe holding someone’s hand
While their entire world comes loose
Never needed to be exclusive
To be beautiful and true

[Final Chorus]
There may be no final fortress
No ability machines can’t touch
But perhaps the point of being human
Was never being better at stuff

I am frightened by that answer
But relieved by it somehow
If I don’t have to be exceptional
I can simply just be now