What Am I
What am I?
Just a body that expires
with its hungers and desires
At both ends?
- That depends
What am I?
A Myriad of grey brain cells
Whose synapsing rings my bells
Does the thinking and compute?
- That I refute
What am I?
Made in image of a god
That then decays and starts to nod
Eyes that dim and bones that ache?
- Must be some mistake
What am I?
One of the masses - not free willed
Promised to have our bellies filled
To be controlled for our own good?
- Not for me, although some would
What am I?
After four score year or two
Getting the hang of what to do
Then be totally snuffed out?
- That I doubt
What am I?
I am here and you are there
We all got to be somewhere
Seeing the world with admiration
- Worth consideration
What am I?
Where life’s images reside
In Mirror cracked from side to side
Mid the taking and the putting
- I am that which does the looking
What am I?
Maybe nothing you can touch
Not of flesh and bone and such
I am that which asks the question, wonders why
- “What am I?
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2020
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