We thrive, we strive,
Keeping count, riding the tide,
We make it.

Bodies moving in unison,
Unaware of the juices, flowing,
Rising like flies with the stench of success,
We make it.

No one can try tell what our lives will reveal, even if we speak the outcome with nails scratched on the walls of heaven or hell,
We make it.

And in true human fashion we create a life that is poised to conquer, poised to dominate, create dominion using pride and hate,
No matter what the cost,
We have to make it.

Are we destined? Are we decided?
Are we unified or are we divided?
Much like the waves lapping the fading beach, we watch and plot the eventual storm that will erase any memory of our trod.

But somehow we hold on, with surety and scrutiny, nothing new to me or you, the humanity,
And sure enough,
We make it.