Human cannot be completed by birth only Your surroundings are also a forming factor The foundations for life its standards and norms Including feeling in all of its forms
The instinct has vanished From humanity’s pure Is the world they call mature
Wrick myself out of that oneway spiral Seeking adventure and become admirable Of course for some I just a singular rat who bent off the natural path
There they live in their concrete woods Some of them were never understood
Copies of their examples Someone else’s design Being as has been expected Sorry as I say