I sometimes wonder why we are the way we are,
If a god did create humans in its likeness,
they left an anxious mark.
Maybe humans made a mistake to drag themselves out
of the oceans and climb down the tree.
We were better off swimming in the ocean without knowing
that we could erase the lands guilt-free.
Building systems around us
saying that we are creating methods.
Great satisfaction when it forms a full circle;
confusing systems with rhythms present.
Child becomes a parent – what a pleasure!
Waste becomes food – miraculous nature!
Circuits, orbits, revolve, rotate,
We want an intact round trip.
This is no wonder why
we are so afraid to just trip.
I wonder why were we created this way,
so cautious and anxious about our lives.
Till I met someone,
who gave me a hint why.
In all families one is born
in their usual circumstances.
Usual childhood, usual upbringing,
nothing ‘special’, no madness.
and then “Just cannot follow, cannot listen”
“You wish to help, do it like us”
With energy stamped out of them,
they lose their will to live.
Second-hand lives are all they crave,
and a system gets built.
That one somehow creates a glitch
with their force; shining with all
their dynamism and continue to live.
No systems, no round trips
can contain their selves.
That one person keeps going
till the circle becomes a point.
That point becomes a creation,
and the circle is dispelled.
This is why we are the way we are,
anxious and habitual.
To create that one-person
so luminous and vital.
That dynamism reveals what it takes
to realise one’s likeness;
to become a human idol.
Ruminations 