| The Immortality of Humanity We have life, or maybe We are life But did we ever get asked about it? When we emerge Bloody, small, and screaming into This world from that warm, dark, ignorantly safe place, We cut our connection and become Ourselves, separate. Is it only when we are unaware of Danger that we feel safe? Or is it when such love is shared That we feel so protected that Nothing could harm us? Is love the great 'meaning of life' That we all search for? We have, separately, created bars, Physical and emotional, against evil. Yet the only evil is unnaturalness and misunderstanding And we are constantly breaking down each others bars. Then we are scared. What makes us carry on? When the pain is so bad What makes us resist that endless ending? Is it love? Or is there something deeper still? Something that we have perhaps Inherited from distant entities in our past Some out of place determination? Still, we never thought we'd die alone. |