what are we, in the voices of time?
are we seen?
are we heard?
or are we nothing but salty brime?
what are we, compared to the nature of god?
are we loving?
are we jealous?
or are we nothing, feeling nothing odd?
what are we, in the vastness of the universe?
are we one in millions?
are we a million in one?
or are we nature's reverse?
what are we, in the epic of life?
are we something?
are we everything?
or are simply creaters of strife?
what am I, in the face of all?
am I strong?
am I powerful?
or will my blossoms fall?