And where are we from?

And where are we from?
The womb, two finite souls' bodies bound to this earth,
Stardust, compact soil growing intellectually over time,
Infinite consciousness floating from life to life.

And where do we go?
The grave, where flesh returns to soil and bones and dust,
Energy transforming, always fluctuating as it must,
Where the stars go.

And what do we seek?
Wisdom in spaces in where we do not fit,
Love and Lust where we do peek,
Trample and soldier to just be.

And who are we now?
A floating device a part of a machine,
All one rhythm beating for peace,
Trying to go where one has never seen