The fine art of human relations is such a puzzlement to me.
I find it so unpredictable with its consistent inconsistency.
We humans have tendencies that make no sense, no reason,
Our emotions have no rule for behavior, no timing, no season.
We can be found crying profusely one moment, then laughing the next.
I fear no one will really ever understand us; we’re simply too complex.
We can be thoughtful, think ahead, and plan things out meticulously,
Then trash it all, throw caution to the wind, and proceed spontaneously.
Our likes and dislikes guide our behavior and dictate whatever our fate,
Whether it’s the food we eat, the colors we wear or the spouse we mate.
We can be cruel and do unthinkable things that defy all humanity,
Leaving the rest of us behind, sadly cleaning up the insanity.
We express sorrow, show empathy and generously give donation.
While for others, we let suffer, feel apathy and show indignation.
We can be shamed, suffer guilt, show remorse and feel disgrace.
And yet we love, we kiss, and hold each other in tight embrace.
No, there is no design; no linear, no circular, and certainly no sense
As to why we do as we do, no matter how little, nor how immense.