Poetic Philosophy

So weak we are. Always ready to accept the things that we cannot do. The things we are not able to. Only because we are like that. Because we were born this way. Weak gods. Fallen. Unaware that once upon a time we roamed Earth barefooted. Trying to survive. Believing that we could. Not because we were part of this cosmos. Not because we loved Earth. But because we looked at the stars instead…