Occasionally glancing at the stars
and wishing he would get that far.
Occasionally dancing with his demons
and wishing his angels would summon.
Occasionally prancing with the cheetahs
and wishing somebody was taking pictures.
Occasionally practicing his sobriety
and wishing his drinks would stop being his priority.
Occasionally fancying the company of the great
and wishing giving back to the society would be on his plate.
Occasionally spacing his defeats
and wishing his winning would be expected any time he stood on his feet.
She was but human.
She was but human.
Gladly accepting that she was a blessing,
but occasionally cursing at her minute misfortunes.
Gladly accepting that she was fully in charge
but occasionally had let others she chose to believe take the wheel.
Gladly accepting that she was not fully flawless
but occasionally stood infront of the mirror doubting her perfections.
Gladly accepting that she was born a Queen
but occasionally serving at the quarters of her insecurities.
Gladly accepting that she can make a difference
but occasionally judging people by the indifference in their differences.
Gladly accepting that she is bigger than herself
but occasionally shrinking beyond her smallest of hopes.
We are but human.
We make mistakes and that's how we learn.
We create disasters for the most part,
and that's how things run.
But there's good to every evil,
a shade to every people.
Being but human,
is a cycle tied to a gear of normative.
In your years, try to change your gears,
be phenomenal and unavailable to your fears.
Tame your spirit but let it be wild enough
to create realities from your dreams.
If my son was here tonight,
by my side, by this flickering candle's light,
as I write..
I would to him tell one thing that's right,
"Be anything, but human"
Be more than human.
Be more than human.
Being human, is being normal,
being willing to be average,
being a stuck unstatic statistic.
We are all but human,
when we let normal define us.
Define yourself and be super-human.
For when we choose to ignore signs that push us,
be available to stressful situations that tear us,
we choose to become, but human.
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