Some Thoughts Noodling Around In My Head As I Ate Lunch

Alone among people,
Invisible in a crowd.
Just one of many,
Only one of billions.
A machine switched on,
Go here, go there.
Programmed for life,
But not for living.
I speak,
But what do I say?
I think,
But what do I believe?
I like,
But what do I love?
I feel,
But what do I embrace?
Birds circle above,
Birds of prey.
The earth below,
Warm soil awaits.
Why am I here?
What am I doing?

Alfred C. Martino, 2016