WHAT ARE WE
WHAT ARE WE
What are we, but all merely pretenders
Living a fantasy that our evolution’s done
For sure, we do exercise a conscious mind
But we are not unique, I think you’ll find
We have emotions and do experience fun
Yet where will progression then send us
But is it what, rather than the softer who
As identities are transient and short-lived
One’s name often can’t tell us very much
Although genetic profiling helps a touch
On a dig site we are but eventually sieved
As one of many rather than a famous few
And where are we, in the scheme of things
Perhaps insignificant across time and space
Some have however, walked on the moon
And even taken a ride in a hot air balloon
Yet never be prepared to know our place
As I will just love it when the fat lady sings
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