Human Nature

This is a poem. It has words. Some of them rhyme.

In a bed in a room, TV in tune
over shoulders sounds loom
Ears perk, a man cries
Is pain of mind and body the same?

Silence but for the gentle hum
of future things that have since come
to be, today, yet they do not sway
The Nature of man they say..."it's always been that way."

And so glancing to more lovely things
Our minds collective relax retrospective
But never too deep such that truth may creep
beyond the fences and into future tenses

Attempting perfection with no known direction
Hemming and hawing and insatiably clawing
toward Peace we profess while our hate we confess
Our sincerity feigned, we remain entertained
Forever laying claim to sorrow and shame

A never ending play
The Nature of man they say..."it's always been this way."