I am a mortal thinking ape,
I can play memories like a tape,
Or a file, or disc, on a machine,
That I can view on an internal screen;
But when I do,
There is no re-run
Where I can change what I have done,
To what I should have done instead
What I shouldn’t have said.
Unlike my cousin, the chimpanzee
Who can hoot and swing
I’m bipedal and when I look behind,
With my eyes or in my mind,
I see my track
And I went where I went,
And I cannot take it back.