the kids are afraid to die

We fear to die.

Though we torment

in the futile squabbles

of being human

And grow bored

of what was once

seen as wonder.

A thousand years

Makes mole hills

Out of mountains

And yet

from the beginning of time

The human spirit

thrived

and survived

with food and fire

and dance and song

And that one flicker

of passion remains

even in the most listless soul

The capacity for creativity

is beautiful

and limitless

And curiosity

built cities and machines

and medicine and bombs

the human mind

is capable of great evil

and great kindness

But that curiosity

Is the greatest monster

and greatest victor of all

It lives in all of us

The deep craving

for understanding

There's still so much

we don't know.

And until all

that exists in the universe

is known to us

We will go on

Because we must

know the why

of our being

So we stand on the precipice

bored and terrified

filled with derealization

But we do not jump.

Despite the terror

of being alive

We more so fear to die.