We hate to be hated..

We hate to be hated

We love to be loved

But none of that matters

When push comes to shove

We wander the cosmos

We fly through the ether

We all think we’re kings

Like Julius Caesar

Why are we here

What should we do

If only somebody

Could give us a clue

We don’t seem to know

We don’t want to learn

We haven’t the slightest

Idea, and it burns

We’re all a part of something grand

But it’s also vague

The Human brand..

With distorted vision

We try to see

But only fail

Because we’re free

To wander aimless

Without guidance

A hundred lifetimes

A million chances

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I am most certainly not a poet or even much of a writer in general, but I woke up in the middle of the night one time and this just poured out of me. It was weird.

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