Who Am I? Poem by Thinker Shah

Our ingress is with a cry,
and egress with a sigh

I ask staring at the sky,
but who actually am I?

Why am I sentient,
and what is my goal?

Am I a bunch of neurons,
or do I really have the soul?

If it's only about neurons,
Why does it all just end?

If it's about eternity of soul,
Where does it finally land?

In short ephemeral glory,
We all so merrily bask

The real pointed questions,
We to ourselves, never ask!