A Humane Existence

We are thrown in this life
Expecting death without a choice.
Always looking in others’ eyes,
We seek the sound of our own voice.

Following our own paths
Living between truths and lies,
So many times getting lost
Blindly reaching out for a guide.

Divided and merged of light and shadow,
We struggle with our heart and mind
Searching for that balance within our chaotic soul
Against and for the thoughts of our own kind.

Since the beginning we have wondered
Trying to make sense of all our experiences.
In the end we have come so far and yet so little,
Ironically caused by our individualities.

Some live for the material
While others live for something amore.
Often dressed and disguised in regalia
Forgetting what is truly to be adored.

Often there comes one worthy of memoriam
And although they tried in the better good for many,
History has shown that to best become one
Was uniting to hope by and from tragedy.