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
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