petri dish

I wonder if we were ameba,
How we'd travel in a dish,
I wonder if we were so simple,
What we'd seek, who'd we'd kiss.

Consume until we conquer,
Consume until we divide,
Consume what the gods have gave us,
Examining us on the slide.

Do they view us as we do ourselves?
Do we know they exist?
Observations through a scope,
Do ameba kiss?

Do we surround to love,
Or is our love consumption?
Or do we touch and become aware,
Of another's desires and functions?

Are we the ameba,
Or in lab coats?
Is love being observed,
Or only experienced?

Unaware of what we are,
Are the answers,
As important,
As our experience?