Morning meanderings

Can you see your way clear
To sit with me my dear?
While I ponder the question of the ages
That has confounded many sages

Who are we and why are we here?
Instead of you and over there
Are we aliens just arrived?
Or races that have long survived?

How will we even know
Why and how we grow?
If we do not prod and poke
The history that was once spoke

Are we truly aware and awake
Or is our belief one historic fake?
How are we to truly know
If we just accept it as so?

Never questioning if its true
Sticking to the past as the glue  
That holds as together now
But never exploring why or how

Question everything I say
To help you learn your way
Be clear in who you are
And you, my dear, will go far

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