MAN'S HOPE AND HIS FEARS

Look beyond the frown and
see the man.
He's but a noun who lives in a super clan.
He's an amalgam of blood, sweat, grit and tears:
a composite of skin, bones
hopes and fears.

He's nothing but dust;
yet he dreams of a place called tomorrow,
He loathes the rust
and shies from hollows and shadows

He's a scaffolding of calcium,
covered with a tent of skin
Seeks pleasure like opium
in a quest to conquer his djinn.

He rides in supersonic planes
but yearns for transport in a chariot powered by fire.
He knows it's an ambition that's vain
for the transport of angels is beyond what Elon Musk can afford to build or hire.