Human Nature
Look outside.
Snow falls softly, brushing on the trees,
Snow falls calmly, it almost breathes
We watch safe and warm,
Inside the dorm, protected from the hazardous winter storm,
But it's beautiful, an analogy for our lives.
The hazards are what we love,
It's human nature to try to be above,
Yet something pulls us down,
We love the dangerous, we love the risk,
It's our human nature.
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