Belief

In moments and in fleeting memories,
What is left but glimpses of thoughts,
Whence we came, where we go,
Are all but a plot of a device unknown..

Once a loner, then a groupie,, what comes next
Once asocial, then a gainer, whatever comes next
Once a believer, then a questioner, what is to be..
Once an empath, then a soul, waiting just to be

There be a space, for origin and belief
Left not in the void of space, but within,
In thoughts and in your own heart,. Believe..
Believe, in what good you can be, yet be human..

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