We are not what we seem to be,
To be,
or not to be,
what a joke.

We are always,
never are we not,
existing forever,
sublimating never,
never to be forgot.

Matter cannot be destroyed,
souls are made of the same stuff,
mind and body,
edges tapered to the triumphant.

We are far more than we seem,
far more than the sum of our parts,
our insignificant parts.

What we are is the culmination of,
what we are,
what we were,
and what we ever will be.