If life is an experience, what does it mean to be human?
Are we defined by actions, if so which one’s?
The ones that create, or the ones that ruin?
Loyalty and obedience guided by an outdated constitution,
Does judgment of character pass from a cognitive mind,
Or the opposite side where ignorance is the conclusion?
If not defined by involuntary and voluntary,
It is perception that manifest an illusion we allude in,
And if this lack exist, what happens to the opportunities missed?
Much confusion in this conceived concept, an institution we unconsciously created that operates as an exclusion,
Is then, a revolution a physical manifestation of a battle within?
If so, it is the wisdom of Confucian that shines as a positive solution,
Again I’m only asking… what does it mean to be human,
Does the law of balance play a role in our existence?
Is it Yin and Yang that construct these systems,
With men as power and women as assistant,
Currency and towers for the honorable and brave,
Away from cowards, criminals, and ****** that serve from a distance,
Voiceless as backbone, leader’s writing history,
Truth is mystery because to lie means difference,
And an ego will assist it, for different is division,
One may divide into to many, but the outcome is resistant,
Their will always be a piece of that one in all, the appearance is consistent,
If there’s faith in wrong and right,
And justification becomes an excuse to fight,
Was it prophesied the moment we erased one as an act of riddance and,
Pretended the reward of pittance would equate to the state of well being?
Because what I’m seeing are twisted truths as cut roots from the tree of aboriginal ancestors with brilliance resisting a nonexistent position,
Which we’re currently living in…
Ironic isn’t it? But I ask what does it mean to be human?
Surely there’s an explanations for our potential, and why it is ideal,
We possess the abilities to create timeless art,
And if accessed the ability to self heal,
There’s something more to reveal than miracles,
Maybe the dormant abilities scripted are possibly real,
Is it possible that we’re just now discovering what it means to be human,
What it means to be, because we know what it means to not be,
Experiencing a potential that’s essential,
Because clairvoyance came after knowing what it was like to not see,
And now, the Millennials are experiencing a reality opposite of those who did not speak,
Did not give, did not love, did not live, did not shelter each other, did not seek,
Their purpose on this planet which is constantly unconsciously taken for granted,
The men she’ll abandon forgot we,
They thought me, and were of service to self… then family,
How can we, ignore others when we look in the mirror and they are what we see?
That’s a question for now, because we’re shifting, we’re blooming in this time of confusion,
Ask yourself, as I ask myself and those in the mirror before me,
What does it mean to be human?
Wrote during Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig Van Beethoven
