Our world, is full of so many things,
A mixture of variety and degree,
And this place, is the home, of humanity,
But whether a person be of the light or for the dark, there is hope, within us all.
And you will discover, in peering into a true void of despair,
When footsteps crumble to unrelenting darkness,
The plates upon your shoulders melt away under pressure,
Beneath them, there is skin, flesh and blood, and beneath that,
A light; an unguarded courage.
This light shines with you throughout your whole life,
Whether you see it or not.
It continually sits within,
Hidden deep beneath your skin,
Back in that area of your heart that you tap into
When your back is against the wall,
And every step forward seems like two steps back.
It is what allows you to redefine yourself,
As a human, as a creature, as an idea,
And lets you change with the current as life ebbs and flows.
And when you see those white fingers crept up the window,
Where the dumb black shadows lingered,
You'd hear whispering voices that continue to haunt,
The deepest fears you have been trying to hide in sacred places.
But all it takes,
To banish the demons,
That stalk the walls outside,
Is the warmth,
Teleported from one to another,
By that portal in us all,
Pumping the magic elixir,
To the tips of your fingers,
And filling you with a sensation,
of love, and life.
And as life's whirlwind sucks us in
Everything will fade in and out of focus.
Just when you think that you have a handle on things
Your life will change,
And something new will intrude upon your life.
Sometimes it's for better and sometimes it's for worse.
But, such is life.
And life is to live until we die.
All we can do is try to stay afloat.
And who ever truly knows the end of their journey? To sink, swim, fall or fly?
Or exactly how each day will come and go,
How would we learn if there weren’t the dark days to press us in, or the light to believe in?
How would we live if there wasn’t an extreme to every feeling?
How could we love without knowing hatred? How could we hope if there was no force pressing us to despair? How could we know strength without weakness?
How could we hold on or press through in hope, or love, or faith, or with good intent, without purpose?
Life gives us purpose, to learn, to see, to choose, to know.
Those choices given to us are never the same,
For each heart can be similar, but never one identical to another,
Except those hearts spent across a lifetime growing closer until they become as one.
Different hearts here, with different faces,
Different minds, in different places,
Different choices, different people,
One work, one purpose, one message…
The Human Emotive.