Who are we, but the voice in our head.
The echo inside, “I’m me.” you said.
Who are we when we’re fast asleep?
Dead to the world, we’re lost in deep.
Who are we, but the sum of our parts.
Dividing cells build beating hearts.
Who are we, but the things we feel.
Love, hate, joy and fear.
Who are we, but the look on our face.
An ageing mask, saving Grace.
Who are we, but the sum of our friends.
Choose them, lose them, right to the end.
Who are we, but a dream in the mind.
Believe what you like, useful lies.