there may be no life in words
but in voices that speak of those
yet there may be no meaning
if the heart never knew love
what if we were lied to
and of such things as precious as care, touch and love itself
that would just be human
or what we call so
but then again
should we look beyond
deeper into the skies
we would fall into the abyss
of coldness and dark
that spins stars , colourful galaxies
yet is devoid of such fake
such pretense makes us human