Birth is but an entrance,
We have been here before.
Death is like an exit,
Going through the back door.

Every time we are born,
Everything seems so new,
But like bees in a hive,
We know just what to do.

We are all sojourners,
Who came from inner space,
Occupying bodies,
Within this human race.

The mission is to live
Life as an observer;
Many stops on a trip,
The journey, forever.

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine, Spring 2020)