We are not invincible.

We twist and break and bend until we meet our final end.

We are not infallible.

We choose incorrectly and fail and fall because we really know nothing at all.

We are not grown.

We are children and young and full of fear, not understanding what we’re supposed to be doing here.

Us? We kick and scream and cry out to the Lord in vain,

telling the world we know what it means to be in pain.

But we’ve only been here for so long,

we still have so much time left to be wrong.

So why can’t we just enjoy our stay?

Who would want to bear responsibilities anyway?