We Are All The Same Poem by Paul Reed

Wherein lies the meaning of the world?
In our hearts, minds or souls
Or all three, or none?
Are we just an extant species
With random thoughts
That add up to nought,
Chasing around in circles,
Dilly-dallying and dawdling
When on the verge of the truth;
We hesitate to say what we really believe
For fear of offending someone else
But dream of a brighter day
For ourselves alone;
We care about our future
And that of our loved ones
And pretend the rest,
No matter how well practiced our frowns;
Our footprints are soon smoothed over,
Our history read and discarded,
Our efforts in vain but for ourselves;
And we are all the same.