Missing Souls

The bodies will walk on the fourth closest sphere,

And they like all forms that exist must adhere,

The rules that these creatures soon will become fated,

Shall rule generations once they are created.

A bestial mind merely gives a distraction;

It simply can't think, it lives action-reaction.

The evolution of the beasts are erratic,

And presence of sentience remains enigmatic,

So Earth was formed slowly and life formed a mission,

And Humans arrived with this special cognition.

For granted upon me, a passion to know,

The purpose of knowledge man's given to sow.