we are but human after all

When we run, we are dying. Exercising not for the vitality of our minds, but for the aesthetics of our skin. When what covers the eyes is lies yet what shines behind them is what's really disguised. In the ocean of our minds the air rises to the shallows of the shore, all to applaud, whilst we ignore the depths we ought to explore. We are but human after all. It's the complex nature to celebrate another who's achievements overshadow that of a greater. When we starve our lives of all but food, and nutrition becomes a reality hue. Feeding on the actions of what others do, the actions in which we partake too. We hide our faces in plain sight, masked fake beauty, lost in fright. Basque in glory for all to see, the riches of our poverty. We are the mighty, we must fall. We are but human after all.