What does it mean to be human, and what choices do we make in life that that allow us to excel or stagnate?
I was created from earth, fashioned by water
I hold light in one hand, darkness in the other
Smokeless fire is my friend, enemy, and lover
Apathy is my weakness, ignorance is another
I slash my own kind with a sword, like a hot knife through butter
My very first sin, was to kill my own brother
I alter and change my body, turn it all into rubber
I scream curses at my dad, and disrespect my mother
I cannibalize flesh, as I gossip and mutter
I let my mind go to waste, throw it all in the gutter
Because I fill it with trash, like a messy desk full of clutter
I lose my direction, like a boat with no rudder
But there will come a day, when from fear I will shudder
I shall stand before God, but I can only mumble and stutter
I am Human
