Human as We Choose to Be: A Poem
We are a consciousness that's infinite and magic
living our chosen and quite finite frequency range
oscillating between realities of blissful and tragic
while stubbornly resisting to implement a change.
We are mini-gods but beggars for crumbs of pleasure
to be mercifully thrown at us as at a colony of tiny ants
addicted to functioning under steady pathetic pressure
oftentimes like being reduced to the mentality of plants.
We are masks in our ceaseless tragicomic Halloween
parading around while concealing our true face
some of them grinning, others looking mean
except for a few displaying some grace.
We are social programmers breeding some robots
brainwashing our offspring with some crazy stuff
with a bunch of insane authorities calling shots
in duped humanity that makes our gods laugh.
But then again, we are some truly loving creatures
with just certain clumsy ways of showing our affection
as we are listening to every of these incompetent preachers
in our eternal hope to some day return to our innate perfection.