the human in me

you'll never hear
someone say
on their deathbed
that they didn't
spend enough time
at work
or paying more
taxes
or stressing
about the little things
in life that
cause the heart to beat
faster with fear
and anxiety.

what you will hear
is they wish they had
loved more,
spent more time with family,
let go of their inhibitions,
evolved and experienced
existence as it should be:
freely.

so what are we doing here?
what is this for?
maybe we should concern
ourselves with getting past
ourselves rather than
impeding the progress of others.
maybe we should learn to dig
the essence of existence.
maybe we should put
childish things aside
and grow the fuck up.

we need more
dirty hippie talk
and less contrived ideas
to hold back progress for
religion and money,
for corporations
and politicians,
for economic advancement
and monetary gain.
we need the human experience.