Human Condition

**Human Condition** We are locked inside a body of flesh and bone, A fragile cage we somehow call our own, In a world of rigid rules that never bend, Not like the dreamscapes where all edges blend. No silent drifting like we do at night, No weightless motion carried by the light, But every action echoes, sharp and real, With consequences carved in what we feel. Our bodies break, grow weary, fall apart, Time writes its story deeply in the heart, Old friends fade out like shadows in the sun, And every moment proves we cannot run. The pressure builds, the lines begin to strain, We taste uncertainty, we breathe in pain, This world is heavy, slow, and often cruel, Demanding effort just to follow through. And still—somehow—through cracks within the wall, A quiet knowing whispers through it all, A glimpse of light no darkness can erase, A sudden memory of a deeper place. We sometimes feel the truth of who we are, Not just these names, these roles, these wounds, these scars, A distant home we’ve never fully lost, A hidden fire beneath the frost. And over, over, time and time again, We wake within this narrow human frame, To find that what we thought a prison wall Might be a gift, the greatest one of all. So take each second, fragile, undefined, A fleeting spark within the stream of time, For in this weight, this risk, this strange condition, We live the paradox—this Human Condition.