Do we become the points of light in the sky,
Are we the stars that light the night,
Must we question all that does exist,
How many times must we ask why…?
From whence did we come,
From where did we originate,
Are we the dominant species,
Or are we the least we can be…?
Humanity does not truly exist,
For technology has overridden us,
We have allowed our world to die,
Can any of us avoid this lie…?
When we die, we DON’T go anywhere,
When we die, we DO go everywhere…
Ron
Anna
THAT'S YOUR ANSWER ... THE REAL 'DIRT' !