Identity Crisis... Am I The Body or The soul??

 Who am I?

What am i made up?

Where do i belong?

Engolfed in these questions,

No matter who u are

The richie rich

Or the power musk,

The smartie Einstine,

Or a Mr Nobody,

No matter whatever u are,

You're still a lump of dust

To the universe.

BUT to ourselves,

We are all that matters,

I. Me , myself...

A jolt of destiny or

A blow of life

And u turn to ashes

In a fraction of time..

And yet the ego of life

The passion for power

And thirst for money.

Makes us all go round and round

Like a merry go round..

But no matter how far we go,

We're still in the same round about.

With mistaken identity

We hang forever,

only to realise 

its all just a lie...