What Makes Us Human

You are familiar with odysseys been written,

Might know as well about facts told and seen.

All the things done, you know indeed, where and when,

Pondered since forever over all that had been.

Minds implanted with entirety of worldly things,

Conscience engraved with what should and shouldn’t be, 

Made to feel such pleasure, you’re growing!

Masquerading as the person that all want to see.

Tell me, however, about the person that lies somewhere within,

And run through me the things that never got written.

Then take me through the paths left alone, ever-longing,

Places never seen; words unspoken.

The moments of life unattended by time,

And acts of kindness unwitnessed by third eye.

For therein lies all that is true about us,

For that is what’s most human about us.