Our Era
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


We humans are too tender
We humans are too soft
We humans are too fragile
We humans, we are lost

We think but we don't act
We act but we don't think
This reason is abstract
Like this our ship will sink

Our brains are not complete
Our creation is not finished
We have to live for the little
Hope that has yet not diminished

Live by basic instincts
And breath when we have enough air
Because sooner or later
We humans will dissapear