Who are we?

we as people always seem to be searching for meanings. like somwhere is the answer to whatever is happening to us. cryptic puzzles involving a guy and a girl. looking for a soulmate in between all those feelings of butterfly love. is my life so important? does what i or they do really effect anything out there? i press the buttons that make the world go 'round, in reality i feed the rats. discontent breeded from inadequacy. mine and theirs. sugar brings happiness, didn't you know? let the paper move all around us, dazzling green grass--a pasture from which all dream of and dread grazing. interlaced in concrete and circuitboards. immerse in that world--find everything and nothing, lose all you ever wanted and gain the focus of all ambitions.

laying on soft pillows the poet, a moonbaby, thinks lovingly of his sunchild.

the world spins on and on and still the search for a meaning lives on. looking in that circuitry, that stone, that grassy knoll of material ambition. looking within, looking outside...never looking in the right direction. the puzzles are unsolvable, the heart still beats. we cannot run away. we can only change, hope to evolve or regress--anywhere that brings back the starry nights of moon drop pleasure and blue skied days of sun beam smiles. hand in hand, heart blended with heart the lovers' souls entwined beneath a twilight sky.