Tag: human condition

  • To Be Human

    To Be Human

    I once believed I was a wallflower, A seed sown in an empty field, Thinking thoughts and speaking in tongues No one could understand, A circus clown performing to a crowd of empty seats, Alienated. Ostracized. Alone. But the more I observe the human condition, The more I see that no one is spared from…


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