All human beings should learn before they die

What they are running from, and to, and why

Each should give without need of reply

And learn to choose from what’s easy or right

 

One part humility and one part sanity,

Both bind the fissures of our humanity

The timid and the wicked wrestle identities,

And fix their gaze on each other intently

 

Too often there are no reasons to smile,

As if each step drags on for endless miles

They say attitude is not a speech as it is a style,

Life is a crowded theatre with no exit aisles

 

Broken hearts are from giving love a try,

Yet not every ending needs a sad goodbye

For those who abide to wearing a disguise,

This world needs more heroes than weary spies