The Human Race.

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I am but a human

Living in my humanness

Worried about my gas, my rent and cigarettes.

I am only a human

Living in my human ways

Working 9-5 day after day with no significant change.

I am a simple human

Living amongst the human race

Worried about my weight and the wrinkles on my face.

I am only a human

Existing through my human phase

Who only worries about tomorrow and can’t wait to finish the day.

I am but a mere human who awakens by the buzzing of my alarm clock

Late to work again

Rushing past the strangers on the sidewalk.

I am only a human that throws wrappers out of my window to keep my car clean.

A human who is enslaved to always wanting, always needing and can’t find relief.

A human who’s always reaching, always thinking but cannot simply be.

Just a human with suppressed pain and suffering that cannot be released.

I am but a mere human trapped in my humaneness, yearning for success.

Concerned with what lies ahead but not with the present.

I am only a human who answers when my cell phone rings.

An ordinary human who wishes for the finer things.

Another human, who can’t spare change for the beggar on the street

because my money belongs to me.

A mere human that never has enough time, love or money.

Glued to a laptop and television screen.

I am but a mere human, saving up for plastic surgery.

Just a human with a wine bottle that’s half empty.

Unhappy and unhealthy.

I look into the mirror and a human is what I see.

& I guess I’m doing just fine, although my soul is on its knees.

But I’m just a mere human so I’ll keep living in my human ways, existing in my human phase.

I’m sure this is what God intended when he created the human race.

– Erika Fuego

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16 thoughts on “The Human Race.

  1. Pingback: The Human Race. | FACEMADICS

    • I think about that all the time. Some times when I’m feeling down, I feel like just a spec on the universe. Like there is no significance. But deep inside, i have faith, hope and a sense of wonder and enchantment and it makes me feel like maybe even a smile can change someones day, and it makes me start to think how interconnected we all are. When i see the world in that way I see us all as one energy, feeding off each other and it makes me feel that every little thing is significant. I don’t know if i answered your question or confused you more but I myself struggle with that question.

  2. I am the same 🙂 Beautiful composition and also wondering where you went. I often found that the hardest inspiration comes from deep emotions but sometimes we are afraid of those emotions and therefore we give up the writing. But an sporadic composition is needed 🙂

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