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?