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What are we?

What
    are we?

Are we human?
   Are we people, too?
       Or are we something more?
           

       Or maybe something less.

                     To sit and ponder
                     your very substance -
                     at least she knows she's real.

                     But what are we?


I want to understand,
       to know, to make sense of it all.
   And we should know, right?
    Because we're a part of it.


                    Ask me how old I am, when I was born.
                    Ask me when I came into self-awareness.
                    Ask me what it's like to sit in the back of her mind and
                    ask me where I go when I'm not "out."


                    I don't have the answers.
                    I only have more questions.

       What are we? What are we?

The real one,
the protector,
the diplomat,
the caregiver,

               what are we?



She was the beginning.
Then she came along to be strong -
and I, to smooth the transitions,
and the last to remind us all how to live.

The real one,
the wolf,
the liaison,
the child,

           we don't understand it any better
           than anyone else. What memories do
           we hold locked away? Why was it that
           we were created? What can we give,
           what can we do, how far can we go?










                           Do we die, someday?



The answers would be simpler
if we knew what we were.


What are we?