We Are Energy
We are pure energy,
drawn from the stars—
adrift in a vacuum halfway
between sun and Mars.
Is our existence
the product of chance—
or the musings of gods
who create with a glance?
Scheming with purpose,
they sculpt nascent ooze—
to grant agency's gift:
the freedom to choose.
We travel through time
and grow old in this place.
And ponder the void
that permeates space.
With power to ascend;
yet ignoble of mind.
And to matters of goodness,
we've gone totally blind.
We stand at a crossroad
of virtue and lust.
So to spread wings of valor,
or return to the dust?
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2020
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