The worst part is that I have faith in humanity,
the worst part is that I don't know if they'll succeed.
They try so hard to destroy themselves.
And metaphor explains it so much worse.
Humans are like birds,
they need to spread their wings and try to fly.
Humans are like a boat on sea,
they drift with no direction, trying to find something to anchor to.
Humans are like a riddle,
they hide their secrets in cryptic words.
And yet as I say this, I cannot help but think;
each one of these creatures are so much more than you think.
These metaphors describe some of us perfectly.
These metaphors don't do some of us justice.
A policeman dies in the line of duty
saving a small child.
Was this him spreading his wings? Anchoring to bay? Some solution to his riddle?
Some things a metaphor can't explain.
Maybe he gave his life to save the child because someone did that for him.
Maybe he was raised by television, idolizing superheroes who risk their lives to save the day.
His story gave him his personality
and he gave his story up so another could begin.
Maybe someday that child will grow up to become a member of the police.
Maybe they, too, will give up their life to save another.