Kilogram

It started physical, but there's no shame there
I was what you needed; I was happy to stay there
You said I was your constant, your ideal
And I started to think that the thing we had was real
The days turned to years right in front of our eyes
You kept me locked up here, I felt like a prize
You said I was the best you’d had and I clung to your word
I wanted to be what you needed - for you I was standard.
I was lost for so long but you showed me who I am
I would never be wrong if I was your kilogram
But now it's all over, if your calculations are correct
I'm more than a number, and that is why we are wrecked
I know it makes sense
I know you have needs
But what do I do now?
What about me?
Could you really replace me with nothing but numbers?
I suppose that you can
But who will I be if I’m not your kilogram?
I’m searching for meaning in your eyes but they’re blank
There is somebody else, I know it, somebody named Planck
I know it makes sense
It’s logic, it’s smart
But I did nothing wrong
Do you not have a heart?
Would you let a committee of strangers tell you who I really am?
Will you really be you... without your kilogram?