What are we?

Are we simply just flesh and bones,

Or vessels for souls with stories untold?

With our complex brains and our dulcet tones,

In the grand tapestry of life, are we bold?

Are we just on an everlasting quest to be desired,

Or pursuing the pleasure we feel from being admired?

Does the love we feel influence our world,

Or does the world, in turn, shape hearts twirled?

In the mystery of existence, what role do we play,

Navigating life, finding our way,

Are we mere spectators or stars unfurled,

In the cosmic dance of this vast, swirling world?

-G.R.George