Why are we here

We stuff our body and entertain the mind

We feed our ego but starve the soul

We dance and dance, to the tune of our mind

We work and work and work in today=s grind

Do we ever spare some time to sit and ponder

Why are we in the world and what is our goal

What are we,

Are we puppets or just the actors

on the colorful stage of this world

why do we not act our best for our role

Mind is a non stop galloping horse

Mind is just like a rebellious child

It throws temper tantrums all the time

The body gets worn, slaving the mind

As it tames the body under its reins

So it is no more than a master unkind

Once abandoned by the soul

The body can live no more

Then why not

Tame the mind, starve the ego, and

Feed the precious immortal soul

Why are we here