The skies are blue,
a shade that's transculent.
Where birds flew,
freedom was still impotent.
Fickle emotions we value,
our heartache imminent.
In dreams we persue,
in reality we're indolent.
Ugliness we subdue,
prettiness we compliment.
In desire we rendezvous,
in indifference we're nonchalant.
In our wretched life we continue,
and in humanity we're overconfident.
-Being Human