Ramblings on a Passing Thought

We are but the dreams of the Gods,
and sometimes the nightmare.

We are their hope and their struggle, embodied.
We the heart, we are the soul.

Our energy is life and it's loss death.

We are the sinners and we are the saints.
We are the miracle and we are the waste.

Our hope's in our choices,
And to waste them is to hate.

So today let us embrace life,
And with love and passion live.

For our choices will run out soon enough,
When the whims of the Gods, they change.