is it my fault ?

locked down within the constraints of humanness
a sting on the back of my brain
a pian full wasp moment
that brings me to this write!

alone with myself, I struggle to find common ground
with my fellow man
negated in my reasoning, all the common hypnotise
that captivate mankind
with the stroke of my pen, I dismiss
their explanations of the prim question, to the unknown

the hypothetical struggling to find the none existing signs!
the gratuity of our existence, is humbling!
the driver behind this narrative, leads humanity into praying
the quest for intellectual out of body proof
but it is in vain, sad but true!