The Beauty of Being Human

If human is to being

As eyeball is to seeing

Then how do we ever know

What we truly are?

In heartbeats and in dreaming,

In silence and in screaming,

We find ourselves at a distance

Existing both near and far.

Our essence isn't living,

But in loving, and in giving,

In questions that take us to new places,

In the darkness and the light.

To be human is to wonder,

What makes the sound of thunder,

To seek the truths within our core,

Always learning, always more.