Beholden

In the sea of darkness
Nothing being visible
The senses cannot perceive
What remains invisible

We know not from whence we came,
We know not where we'd go
One thing is for sure
What journey we're on, we do not know

The seed that borne us
Is not from yesterday
The seed that borne us
Was planted a long long away

We are beholden to those
That we can sense and feel
But they are not the one's
That are here or real

It is stated that we are a product
Of creators imagination
To understand the reasoning
What could have been IT's inspiration