Silly Humans

A paradoxical poem highlighting just how silly humans are

It is a trick played on us,
an illusory vale that changes everything.
It is a trap we willingly jump into.
It bounds us and it sets us free.
It makes small, fading flowers into
Bright, miraculous things,
And turns grey skies blue, makes
Time freezes, yet catch on fire, blazing way too fast.
Our hunger is cured, as we starve for more.

No matter how many time it tricks us,
And we escape with proving wounds,
We never learn.
Once bitten… Twice bitten… Thrice bitten, and counting.
We jump back over the cliff, for the thrill of it.
Then we climb back up to solid reality, and look down.
The water looks good again, too tempting.
Sometimes the trick lasts so long, it becomes our reality,
And logic and sense become absurd.

Then, it overcomes us, and we overcome sense.
Reality can’t hurt if we don’t wake up.