What are we, really?
When all is said and done
Within ourselves we are
But empty shells
Never filled with the life
That was begun
Going thru the motions
In time
Moving like the mechanical dolls
That walk, bow and at 12 do chime
As they cock their heads and wink
Their eyes
We are created empty vessels
To be filled with
Life
Love
Joy
And as we lay on our death bed
We realize that we were only
Gods’ little toy…
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