PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

So we're composed like an instrument--
One that is compelled to copy itself--
Make itself better--
And be forever.

Remember,
How to, what is,
That is what we are to.
I find we're all the same--

Inevitably, nothing ever can be that;
Exactly that;
The same;
One and true.

I grow tired--
Do you?
Perhaps--
Because I reminded you are.

We are the same--
A design of molecules--
But so different,
And how?

That of which we think,
a soul,
Does it reside?
And that is, one question.

Finding tastes of the fruit of all,
From all that is existence,
And we find everything inside,
If we inquiry of ourselvs.