Why are we the way we are
Do we get lost from walking so many different paths
While searching for things we left behind at the very beginning
Is it hope, greed, passion that guides us   or do we just look through the future into the past for that which we were and could be
Forgetting we are locked up in chambers, deep in slumber and that which we perceive as reality is nothing more than a long vivid dream
Are we what we are as seen in the eyes of children
Or do we become what we will with the passage of time and the wisdom of age
Do we find solace in knowing our safety is assured or on our last day that praises of our exploits shall be sang
Gripped at the heart by the fear of the unknown because we do not know what comes after we go to rest on our eternal bed.