throw me to the worms

i am only human
that's the excuse
isn't it?

how can any of us deny that one

death is a rebirth of something we may never know

like disappearing dreams of yesterday

we all spend most of our lives alone
even with your hand on my chest

and yet love is tangled

there is nothing short of dying
but i hope you are here a long time

can we ever learn enough
from the generation before us

we may never know

that is the beauty of faith

trust in your fellow human
whose only excuse is human

whose humectant body
dissipates in our thoughts

please don't tell me how the story ends

i'd rather guess the ending
and decipher the circumstance