What are we?

Little pieces,

simple, shapeless, taken for granted. 

You see them from afar and you ask,

why are they even there?

Little people, 

deformed figures and grinning faces,

piled up together,

under a thousand bright lights. 

What are we?

Why are we even here?

No need to ask, 

we're nothing on our own,

we're part of something bigger,

we have always been.