Alien

Eyes so sunken and hollow
giving a creepy feeling,
like they belonged to a predator studying their prey.

Images seen every day among the social labyrinths
where the heart follows ancient footsteps,
singing show tunes to oneself,
whistling mindless affections
in hopes of avoiding the nagging question,
why am I even here?

We look into the faces and masks,
expecting to see another victim or villain.

Never thinking they are other
than a heart with emotions and brain with plotting desires.

But what if they are more, being transitory lives of pure light,
watching us out of curiosity
waiting to guide us to some higher plain?

Then there are times one sees
the panorama of abuse and violence,
wondering if perhaps it they are truly the humans with souls
while we are the ones born and clothed in flesh,
waiting till our stitches of value to mature
before they decide to add a soul
to our costume?