Human Being

[BreakCanon]

I am not a human being.

I am a human working,
studying, slaving to attain
a degree of confidence
in the altruism of my fellow
drudges
living life as if it's
a pit stop on the way
to something a bit
less tedious and mundane.

I do not "be"
for the mere sake of "being",
to eat
sleep
****
live to be another
piece of proof
in a court purpose built
to expose evidence
of the highs and lows
dictated by human nature.

Sure, I may drag my feet
with the other children
of the dust.
but must I race
for my cheese,
amazed at the complexity
of the surrounding walls
when in reality
they are a sensory labyrinth,
minus the minotaur?

And naturally I strive
to find sense in the actions
of the faithful,
the faithless,
the makeshift ideology
cobbled together
ad-hoc
to bring reason to a world
enveloped in entropy.

I posses two thumbs,
a conscious desire
to propagate myself,
the ability to analyze
absurd abstractions
and mold them
to fit my template
regardless of what
professionals tell me
it all means.

But I am not a human being.

I am an amoeba
evolved past the point
of single celled complacency,
and able to misplace
heart and soul
when I forget
where one ends
and the other begins.

I am a reaction to my environment,
beyond passive survival mechanisms
ensuring I can survive
that tiny bit extra to maintain
the viability of my ecosystem.

I am not a human being.

I am a human interjecting myself
between the epic beauty of nature
and the intellectual mishmash
of a postmodern environment
aspiring to conquer,
label,
and prepackage
being.