Humanity Poem by Reivax Lavon

There are these things called humans
Wich move and are alive
Theyre different and unpredictable
A true mystery they are
We know a lot about them
But still cant crack their code
to what they do and why
its contradictory all the time

their life consists of cycles
theyre born they live and die
theyre all born the same way
and live walking through the same path
study, work, reproduce and die
they die the same way too
but claim they are different in a way

They have the ability to choose
But its awfull when they do
They make decisions that last a second
And regret them all their lives
They tend to choose the bad things
Knowing theyre not right

They can imagine and dream
They have huge goals and dreams
But always give up achiving it
Their imagination is powerfull
Its too bad they dont use it wright

Theyre moved by money wich gives them power
Wich is paper after all
They will kill for Money
And will destroy for power
Just to get killed by Money
And to be destroyed by power afterwards

They are not always the same
They grow from young to old
Its hard to see the difference
At youth they need to be taken care of
As well as when theyre old
The young want to be old
And the old would like to be young
So they never live being what they are
They live trying to be what they want

They have this thing called love
Where they fall for each other
Its funny how it Works
They will suffer for their loved ones at times
And then will make them suffer
Their love is shown with hugs and kisses
But also with screams and fights
Its said to produce great feelings for another
The uncommon thing is theyre both good and bad

They can talk act and think
But are never congruent with this
They say one thing and do another
They belive in something but stand for something else
They think one way yet act in another

They know how to wait
They wait all week for it to be Friday
They wait all year for their vacations to come
They wait all their lives for happyness
At the end they wait life out

Theyre really good complainers
When they face something they dont like
They complain about everything all the time
But take no action into changing it
Theyre really good at asking for demands
Still they dont let others demand from them

Theyre all just like coins
Two faced with an inside
They care for whats on the outside
While saying they care for the inside
The inside is always the same, good and unharmfull
The outside changes and has two sides, they both dangerous are

They believe in God
But ignore him all the time
Except theyre in trouble, or have a really good heart
They know that hes almighty
Thats why they want him on their side
Nevertheless they do things against him
Wich thay can always justify

So what do humans do?
Is their ability to chose a waste?
Is their imagination a threat?
Why do they fall in love?
Why do they believe in god?
Are they different or all the same?

To all this there is no answer
Not even one humans can provide
Thats why its all so contradicting
And their lifes take different ways that seem the same
The Wright or wrong is never known
Thats why the humans seek their paths.