Humans are creatures

That can't help but want

Whether it be good

Or whether it be not

They shall be like that

'Till end of all time

Not wanting what they've got

And yearning what they've not

They contain what they call hope

Inside of their own dreams

Constantly imagining

Things that will not be

Reality shall never be

A castle in the sky

Life that isn't fantasized

Is life that is not led

By the creature human-kind

That, is life my friend