Who Are We? Poem by The Muse

Is that not the Sun looking down at us,
tormenting us with its heat?
Is it not the moon peering at all our dark secrets?
Is it but a strange star that shines afar?

Perhaps we are specimens laid out on the dissecting table
Peered at from every angle
Chemicals added to our life to see the reaction
Taken away when the catalyst was burnt too?

Perhaps we are but little drops of life in the mighty ocean of the universe
Little samples and test subjects
Rebooted each time to suit the larger plan
Perhaps those were eyes peering at us from above
Watching us watch them as we speak?

Tiny ripples in the sea
Too big a message for you and me
One day perhaps when we are one
With the dust and the sun
We would surely know what all this means.