Are...

...memories forgotten and buried
in order for solace, while in wasted lands.
Perhaps prejudice tricks us, playing its hand.
Be here, present, in the now.
Oh...easy, bend over, smile and bow.
Folk preach, you are nothing and that is everything.
Wake up.
No Tree, nor Stone, nor Animal is nothing.
Believing in stories of unseens.
Why not. After all, if you did not...
...you would have...nothing.
Sadly...doctor, mechanic or mother is as deep as most delve.
That is enough, that is who they...
...Are.