The Human

A human being.

So many needs, so many desires

The wish for happiness, for acceptance, for love, for success

The yearning to prove oneself, to earn your place

To show the world that you matter.


And when you are gone, buried in the cold earth,

Who will miss you?

Who will mourn you? Who will have their every moment

Marked by your absence, the dark bird towering over their shoulder?

Who will care?

Because you may be gone, and you may be missed

By some – by the little circle you called your own;

But to the world, we are just a statistics.


In the end, what are we

But one number surrounded by billions more

Each with their little dreams and needs and loves

Until they, too, are gone.


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