The Natural Man

Naturally, we aim to soar.
We dream of days transcending,
Our lives and we look for new doors.
The desires are worth defending.

Distance is a not a capacity that determines.
But we let go of the will, and flight goes the fighter.
We are all the leaves of yellow on tree’s kins,
Seeing who grasps longest before the season gets whiter.

Humanity takes time and life.
We ask and then combust in ignorance.
All we see is syringes of struggle and strife.
We listen but our minds shuttle the difference.

As humans, we cross our fingers for a better tomorrow.
Because life is simply sautéed sorrow of the things we borrow.