..Same as the rest of us.

I do not watch over the universe

As the brilliant stars in the skies

My eyelids grow heavy at nightfall

Far below the heavens, asleep I fall


I do not on cherub wings soar

Thorn ever baying for my sole

I walk the gamut to scour the soil

To pray for favor and calm when I sail


I do not breathe of brimstone

Like the epic fiery dragon

It is sufficing to choke on ashen air

And when cold sets in, I stoke a fire


I do not escape the brazen fear trap

Armed merely with instinct and hope

It is not my place to decide

Whatever tomorrow betide


I am not a cart set on wheels of whims

I bear a soul, bubbling over with dreams

Weighed on by call to duty

Haunted by travails of an ancestry


I am not like logs stacked

My skin breaks scarlet when pricked

When my dry flaky skin itches

My sullied nails scamper to scratch


I am not like the morning sun

Before noon to run out of breath

East to west to honor the zenith

Every day without fault