We are halfway
between animals and gods.
we miss the divine, we hate animals.
we try to fly, but our bodies are heavy,
so we end up rolling in dirty ponds.

Our mind is not intelligence,
it's more. it's our doom, our lost, our curse,
it's limited, that's why we do things wrong.

Sometimes I wish I were more dumb,
unconscious of all that I know,
or that my mind worked half less then it does.

having a brain. our freedom or our cage?
thinking like that, effective or terse?

© khloè