We as Humans

We.

We,
the subtle beings,
dancing on well worn stones
not the first
and never to dream
of being the last.
For the world is an oyster
yet we remain
a grain of sand
and every lightning strike
fuses us together
with joint hands.
We,
the never done,
in constant flurries
of darting eyes
too frantic
to see the roses
we're told
to stop and smell.
Tie ups
pinning us to the floor
like the butterflies
there will never be
enough time
to see every one of.
We,
of foggy starlight
forgetting too often
to study stars
and the habits
of drumming fingers.
Too young to see it all
and too old to re start.
We,
beings of time,
saddened by ancestors
who never had the span
to know of the surface
of the moon
or understand
how to help the deaf.
Saddened
by the planets
we won't live
to discover
and saddened more
by this one
we won't ever
fully comprehend.
We,
only pleas to soft spoken winds.
We,
people.