Words

We are, after all, just humans.

We adore and despise, we wage wars and revolutions, standing up for undefined principals on the basis of morals. Our guidance and drive derived from powers we worship, by invented beings we can never see. We build shelters and raise families to subconsciously justify our birth.

We are, after all, just animals.

We lust for one another, pouncing on selfish moments to indulge in primal instincts. We hunt our food through glass jungles, nearly tearing one another to shreds over concepts of property and territory. We use the world around us, as it consumes us for its sustenance.

We are, after all, just chemicals.

Our interactions filled with entropy, as we dodge the masses moving in flows through the streets. We bind together to create things unknown, in as much as we tear each other apart for undetermined causes. We attract and repel derivatives of our kind for reasons we don’t ever bother to question.

We are, after all, just atoms.

Individuals, clusters of odd and mysterious masses with composition too complex to even consider, and our being too elemental to understand ourselves. Our properties unique, yet nearly powerless without complex interactions, we drift through space seeking influence as our halos rise and fall with forces we can’t control.

We are, after all, just dreams.