Just Human

    


Spheres turn
along the space
that pangs
where feelings burn  
after our own big bang
we never learn
although we understand
from this life to the dearth
our time does briefly hang
but we're still the first
to lend demise a hand
or tend our eyes with sand
but to unbend times dealing hand
from a fist of gone by strands
miraculous is in need
but on high demand
we bleed what we miss
recede to reminisce
plead for some called bliss
but we're all just silly humans .