The thought prevailed in obedience as the hand called

To be born in layers to experience such emotions:

Love

Hate

Joy

Pain

Anger.

 

At first it was and then became an education of almost surreal bordering on imagination

and yet, that was not it.

 

Giving doubt no excuse and embracing the hope of maybe

Filling the mind with chances and even trying to explain them

and yet, that was not it.

 

History is doomed to repeat the endless loop of repetition

War and Peace

Hate and Love

Life and Death

and yet, that was not it.

 

Feeling the warmth of a woman, the hate of a man, the innocence of a child

and yet, that was not it.

 

It is though, beyond all thoughts, all reality, all of everything this world of humans

To be a raindrop cascading from a cliff in Siberia

Flying while being an eagle

Travel the void of space and time as cosmic radiation…

Yes, that is it, and for this it cannot come fast enough to be free from the call of humans.