What tragedy it is to be Human

What tragedy it is to be human.

To think yourself so mighty and all-knowing,

Superior to all other creatures.

To stand upon a mountain top,

And crown yourself king.

To proclaim: I AM MAN

As if it means anything

To believe you are invincible,

And strong enough to hold the stars in your hand.

Strong enough to cheat even death.

When you know better.

You know you are weak and blind,

Powerless to your surroundings and fate.

You know to cower in the shadows of the cosmos

Hide from the giants you stand among.

You know you are mortal,

Ever aware of your eventual doom.

Always knowing that you will wither and die.

That no matter how much you fight,

You will die.

And that is the greatest tragedy of all.

What tragedy to be human

To always be full of doubt and fear

Yet wishing to be anything but

To be powerless over your fate

Yet proclaiming total control

To know the sheer insignificance of your existence,

The irrelevance of anything you do, of everything you know.

Yet denying that truth every second

To continue on

Despite all the facts

What tragedy it is to be human