Spotlight

What we are, this dust and flesh,

Such thoughts that pass and are forgot.

What we dream, the webs we stretch

Until they break, and that too's lost.

This is but the human bit,

A note within the endless song,

With billions very like to it,

With no path right and no path wrong.

What we feel could be the truth,

And what we know, just cloudy stuff,

Seeking here for any use

For all the scraps we gather up.

Each, a star of our own play,

Has bits to play in other lives,

But some are suited more to stay

At edge of stage, outside spotlight.

For such as us, supporting roles

Are easy guise, such perfect fit.

Better to be filling holes

Than dealing with our emptiness.