Humana

Humana, where are you going now? And what have we come to? I used to think we had no destination, no direction, lost on the ocean blue. Batten the hatches.

Get the children inside. Pray for the best. Brace for the worst hang on for your life. Sailing a course to God only knows. Hopelessly lost…how long can we last, how far can we go? Humana, I did the best I could.

I swear I really tried. Why do you sing yourself such sweet, caring, happy, little lies? No direction. No destination. Now I see that with just enough grave determination it just might be the bottom of the sea. We're well on our way.

Humana, what have we come to? I swear if I could I would save you from sailing off the edge of creation, out of existence, and into oblivion.