Why do we feel
that those that can open our hearts
are gods among men
when really they are so human?
Why do we scream their names
Until our lungs hurt
Is it so someone knows
in this moment we are not alone?
You never wanted to be raised above
Yet there you are like a myth
But even those that look like gods
are human even more than you and i at times
You are just a man
And I am human
And we are the same
In our suits of skin and blood and bones
touching you won't make me immortal
