Brainwashed

Are we who we think we are?
In otherwords,
We believe what we are told,
Of generations old.
Truth's the written word.
Absurd?
Predetermined Future,
Surrealistic past.
Someone's perfect creature,
In flesh and bone we're cast.
Should we ask?
We are who we are?
At least that's what we believe.
That which we are taught,
Is that which we conceive?
Do you believe?


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney