The Way We Are Made
by Fighting Dreamer
We humans are simple beings
We tend to remember only what we please
And the number of your hot date
But why do we not remember
The other things?
Why don't we remember our past lives?
Or that we're we just mere souls drifting about in the vast nothing?
We choose to focus on our minuscule lives
Blowing them out of proportion
We ignore the vast universe outside of our frail atmosphere
We ignore the great nothingness that awaits us after death
We immerse ourselves in meaningless games
We play and kiss and disregard all else, because we are the center of our universes
What is life?
What happens to your soul when you die?
It is easier to forget
So we choose to forget
It is just the way we are made