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.
Anything goes 