consciousness come from?
Is its own resting place
not from within our own brains?
Is it we who reside somewhere else,
the invisible body,
somewhat closer to our god?
We live our lives like visitors peeping through
a keyhole from a different room.
It seems we are
neither here nor there.
We are aware.
we walk our own
lonely walk through
life in a circle
where we first began.
have we been tricked,
in that it does not seem we are so alone?
yet, when was the last time we could feel
how someone felt and know first hand
how he thought and that his truth was true
and his lies were lies?
life is the catalyst whereby
we can change our own natures
when we have decided