To Be Human

Who am I? Who are you?

What defines us? What is true?

The questions, or the answers?

The treatments, or our cancers?

To delve within the human mind,

So intricate, the thoughts entwined

Are pieces of the shattered glass

That held your identity in the past.

Now blurry, shifting winds in minds

Can’t see through blinded, cloudy eyes.

The mirror mocks the empty face

The chair rocks slowly, keeping pace

To time tick ticking, seconds shown

Condemn the end, your life’s not your own.

For what is life but a simple path

And what is time, slowly sprinting past

So you can’t see it, catch it, know

The truth of anything you chose?

You think you make your own decisions

Believe your dreams are phantom visions

Of what you know you want from life

But what’s behind is all a lie.

A lie of who you are, you aren’t.

What you think you want isn’t from your heart.

It’s from the whispers murmuring,

The hidden voices furthering

The circle of what is expected

A life laid out, your life subjected

To the rule of society

Those rules outlaw the pondering

Of questions asked and asked again

The circle of yin and yang just spins.

The good, the bad, but both we find

In human hearts and human minds.

We search to find the mysteries

They must be lost in history.

But in the end, the farce is ruined.

We’ll never know what it means to be human.