No Savior

The battle of humanity and the imperfection and fatigue of existence.

Look at these cuts on my hands,
These scars on my back,
I am no Messiah,
I am no Angel,
No Savior,
But human,

Look at this dirt,
Deep within my skin it burrows,
Deep within the cracks
Of what dried up long ago,
I am no Fortune Teller,
No ancient creature,
But human,

Look around me,
It is my craft,
My work,
Piles and piles,
Stacks upon stack,
I am no machine,
But human,

Look at these scars on my hands,
These cuts on my back,
They do not mark success,
Not victory nor the pride of spoils,
They are my attempts,
My sweat and my trials,
How hard I have tried,
How much I have bled,
To be anything but,
Anything but human.