Tiny Blue

I have disconnected my connection

to cope with this depression.

I have abandoned my possessions

as payments for learning lessons.

I have descended from kings, yet bleed

the common blood of simple peasants.

Our lives are all reflections of the courage of descendants.

Black fire is dancing across the horizon.

Reminding us of nightmares, dreams,

and the power of sour advertisements.

Momentary silence. Military sirens.

The danger of compliance is that

humans default to violence.

Rare, is having the ability

to speak in a wave of silence.

Rare, is having what it takes

to revolutionize defiance.

Living, is a rarity the

universe underestimated.

Being human, is a term

synonymous to unappreciated.

Being human also proves that

everyone is self-opinionated.

The magic of complexity is a rarity

that so majestically, alternates successfully

the makeup of our identity.

Uniqueness is the key to unlocking

each of our anomalies, while weakness

is the tool we use to sharpen all of our qualities.

Humans are the mysteries, rarest to our histories.

We are the heartbeat of our universe,

beating in synchronicity.