a poem I wrote several months ago

A human is complex.

To find one boring

is to ignore the complexity,

the hidden marvels.


A human is sad.

To ignore the good

is to focus on the bad,

what may plague the mind.


A human is optimistic.

To be out of touch with reality

is to be blissfully ignorant,

which may just make things worse.


A human is an animal.

To act without thought

is to be led by the senses,

to put forth pure energy.


A human is not a rock.

To move and breathe

is to produce unpredictability,

to the end of this poem as we know it.


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