Hopelessly human are we, little more than flesh and blood, a mere mortal being. Large enough to exist, though small enough to never know why. Hopelessly human are we, crowded into one place, gazing at the same vast sky, occupying the same space for the same allotment of time. Hopelessly human are we, living on one suffocating planet, while other worlds tower above us, throwing off light and harboring mystery. Hopelessly human are we, existing for the sole purpose of enduring the unknown, from birth until death, only to end up in the same sized hole, with the same amount of regret. Hopelessly human are we, for this will always be our fate, from the warm comfort of a mothers womb, to the cold stillness of a darkened grave.