Humanity


In a false past creating our present, lies imperviousness.
We try to escape what history has told us.
Only dogs share that secret now.
Now we are as relevant as a dog's past.
Feeling nothing is the easiest thing we ever did for our humanity.
It comes natural though you see.
Beneath societies middle haze lies time.
We can feel it, sometimes we see it out or windows.
The perpetual white mass cycling by.
Our brains will never fully comprehend our souls.
This is what hurts us most in life.

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