Who are you?
Who am I?
Do you belong to someone?
Do I belong to someone?
Do we belong to anyone or anything?
Are you a slave?
Am I property?
I question if anyone has a place in society?
I find it weird,
the words we speak.
I guess in someways that is unique,
then again some of us are treated like freaks.
We get these feelings called emotions,
Love and hate,
shunned or assimilate.
Blend in or standout.
I want to scream and shout.
We have achieved so much in these short lives,
that some of us still choose to strive.....
for that unattainable key.
The secret to immortality.
Why did seek something beyond our reach?
That kind of knowledge I call