They tell us, we are what we make,
Saying this with sincerity, it’s surely no fake.
Before we were comprised of skin and bone,
We had a soul, and then they gave us a body out on loan.
We commandeer this vessel of blood and flesh,
Give our minds some boundaries, to view this world as fresh,
Our souls, go deeper than we feel them go,
We know more, than we think we know,
You know, some say I fell from the sky,
brought in by a stark, other’s say I was just a gleam in my father’s eye.
I know what I know, and I know a whole lot less,
Because I’m always learning, and what I do know, is just a guess.
We’re all people, just like you or I,
We all live, and then inevitably die.
I have always pondered at the thought of life eternal,
Who would want to be a slave to these thoughts infernal?
To live in a body, that is no more a prison than iron bars,
We are so afraid of death, what lies beyond those stars.
How little we know, we don’t care to admit,
that sanity is not statistical, normal can hardly be fit.
Everyone has some quirks, and is capable of a little charm,
Just as everyone has done something to cause someone harm.
Maybe not physically, but emotionally yes,
That does not make us any more, or any less.
It just means that we are all going to do some right and wrong,
It’s at the end of these actions, we decide if the consequence is around for long.
We forgive ourselves, no reason for repentance,
if you are okay with yourself, you need no forgiveness.
You should be able to live with what you have done,
Be willing to accept, you’ve done some wrong for a little fun.
No man is perfect, no woman is either,
You tell yourself you are good, you’re just a deceiver.
Understand that whatever task we assume,
There is always some error, that can consume.
It’s those that are engulfed by their mistakes,
that never figure out just what this world takes.
It takes a whole lot, but it gives so much more,
and the whole while you learn it, you’re staring at the exit door.