Human Race

What is the point of life? 

Living? 

Loving? 

Learning? 

To what end do we need the light?

Learning? 

Loving? 

Leaving? 

I think that I have been abandoned. But abandonment is commonplace in the race that we are, and not far from this race is a race to others and space, space of planets, space from wolves, space of loved ones, space from selves, what is the point? 

I no longer feel the love of the ones I call brothers and sisters. I no longer feel the included, similar. Now I am excluded and intruded, only when they need me or don't have anywhere else to turn. I made mistakes, now I must pay. 

But this price is not the way. I will seek out what I need, and I will take heed, for many things need to concede. 

Maybe this race is my own... but I do feel that I belong to another.