Just Thoughts

What is this living mass?

I ask?


What are all these rocks?

And air?

And water we see?

And all that’s not seen –

what in the world is all that?


What else isn’t seen?

What else can’t we feel?

And feel but don’t know?


What are we but bio-clocks?

Of ticking time’s dying thoughts?




What are they?

The others, unseen?

Where do they go?

Like love,

and loss,

and all else in-between?


What else are we?

But what our eyes see?


What is all we feel?

When the real question’s why?


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