Her.

Human is not scienceThe wor(l)d itself could never suffice for the Regular processes we initiate

Heart, body, soul and psyche

We know nothingHow could science explain feeling without the sense of sightMy world somehow informs me

Touch may have meant and summed the sensationBut only for a while

What do we call our beingWhere we hear, see, smell, taste and touchWe do it all, and at once

Tell me you haven't tasted any delicious wordsTell me you haven't touched your own world

Why are we relentlessly trying to wreck the wholeInstead of naming it as one

Would it hurt or greedy alter egoWould we be "too connected"

How do we manage to walk this far from our originsHow do we run away from our ashes in the subconscious

Do we really need marks to state that we'd like our answersNature did not need anything when she was giving us our ethereal immortality

Art is the voice of natureSound of the oceansTouch of universal creatory beings, human

Why do we keep circling aroundWhat we do know, instead of climbing up the highest mountain for the final reunion with our origins

How come we're in denial of the obvious whitenessAnd yet frenemy to the well-known darkness

In order to really become humanWhy don't we end the conquering of the outer spaceAnd see the treasure in our soul, refuse to fall for the troll

We have conquered coasts and oceansCalled them under our nameThe world should know, and should talkWe earned our arched glory via blood

Perhaps, nature had a name for allor perhaps she knew that they were too beautiful to fit into a nickname

Why do we want to have it alland why are some instincts are louder than us all

So many words to lose But never make up for the lives lostIf this is a loophole of our beingIs saying our farewell the only way out

Why don't we use our voiceAs much as we read all about it in the dusty old epoch

Why do we deny to become our own beingDoes easy truly make a life

This is a void

Yet only the best gift from her.