Ourselves

This life is so very strange.
The people of this world are lame.
They care about themselves to much,
and they wonder why their dying.
Their world would be a perfect place.
If only they headed to their vigalence.
It could be a place of peace.
of love.
If only it wasn't the human race.

Their people would be prosperous,
if only,
if only.
The call of nature is natural to hear,
exept they all tune out the sound.
They live their live's by knowledge alone.
When instinct is wisdom from the bone.
They who are and forever will be,
some of the few that will set us free.