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

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

Could be we all are aliens
That came from inner space,
To occupy these bodies
Within this human race.

The mission is to experience
Each life as an observer.
Only one stop on this trip,
A journey lasting forever.