I wrote this to highlight the struggle with changing ones social role...among other things. It is a view on being a human, and how life is fleeting, and too fleeting to be wasted on climbing ladders.
What is Human
Born in the flesh we die in,
we can't change ourselves like suits.
But surely we change our minds,
as frequently as we change shoes.
When lacing all laces,
strapping all straps,
please realize, life isn't a two faced
nor a sickly trap.
From diapers to canes,
finger paint to forgetting our own names...
we lay searching for a reason,
from the cradle to the grave.
E plurubus unum,
is a confusing lie
that leaves us with a fleeting sense,
we belong with eac hother until the day we die
Regardless of past deeds,
we will always bit the hand,
that reaches down, gifts, and feeds...
only to anger when we have naught.
To the dark we all gather alone,
searching finitely for meaning.
But meaning is the same, despite what we believe,
we are merely searching for life's sweet reprieve.
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