HOMO-SAPIENS

a poem about everybody.

We all think we are original. 

We all think we are something special.

We have mornings of melancholy and nights of euphoria.

We all think we are more smarter, healthier, intelligent, determined, successful, happier then are friends, and family.

WE ARE NOT!

We all drink and eat to keep the fire deep down in us burn bright.

throughout the years it will burn as bright as the sun.

But eventually, over time the fire will slowly distinguish and after a few decades it will become a smoldering coal that will turn into a cold piece of rock.

Reviews

[Dye]

This sounds depressing, almost like why bother feeling anything at all when we are all going die anyway. Not sure if that's how you meant it, but that's how I read it at least and I'm sticking to it. LOL Makes you think, that's for sure.

[K. Louis]

I like that last line...In the end, evolution points us in the same direction.