Existential Angst

Like a bird who lost her mother's nest I cry
What am I doing here?
Where on earth am I?

Are we the Angels without wings
Fallen from the Sky?

Or maybe Children of Lucifer
We chose to experience the Dark within
Out of some mere curiosity or whim?

Is this strange land a big experiment?
A part of the galactic continent
Are we the aliens of our no man's land?

Just one big mass of energy
transmuted into matter
We see all separately
Forgetting All are One and One is All

Or have the gods played some old trick on us?
And cast us like a spell
Encased in our own hour-glass
Entrapped we can not even tell
That we are the very prisoners
that make up our own Living Cell

Though if the Cosmos lives in us
and Illusion is simple mockery
Are we the gods at play?
Who sent our selves into this playing field
to play this funny game?