Are you really flesh and bone,
Always here, but never home;
Are you really earthly bound,
Mostly lost and seldom found?

Are you really future's dust,
Are your treasures bound to rust;
Are you really going to die,
Born of ground and not of sky?

Are you really nature's toy,
Born for tears and not for joy;
Are you really born a pawn,
Here a while, but longer gone?