A Poem

The human fear

The human is sitting on the grass,
Forgetting this day could be his last.
His face is tipped up towards the sky
Watching his life passing by.
And the clouds pass him by
As the moon lights the sky,
There’s music in the wind that he can’t hear.
Do you know what’s stopping him
From really listening?
It’s that age old human fear.
What’s stopping him from living
Is the fear that he can’t win,
The fear that he’ll ultimately die.
So he sits watching nothing,
And listening to his mind,
Forever wondering why.