A bubble of soap, of colours and dreams,
Nothing important for the many, it seems.
But one little, useless thing has the power to make
A sad man smile again, and so has a cake.

Children at heart, chasing dreams, like before.
Some of us'll do so for evermore.

Weak creatures, staggering fast on their legs, so fragile,
Ruling self-crowned and fangless now for a long while.

Millenials before conquered earth on their feet.
That is impressive. It is indeed.
Built cities, told stories and learned how to dance,
What a miracle it is on a second glance!

An imperfect species. But they are aware,
Of the fact that their own actions are often unfair.
We may not notice, because we are stuck in the crowd
But would any other creature speak like that and out loud
About the own flaws, own guilt and own mistakes?
No matter how often the horror us shakes:
A part of mankinds undoubtly charm
Is the way it carries hope through every harm.

Unconnected lines, but I hope you can see
The reasons for I love humanity.