Screw Current Events, and Such. Let's do some Haiku.

I know not of saints.
Mind what's too good to be true.
We're talking humans.

Yes, it's a new day.
But am I any different,
Save a day older?

Let's skip the cliches.
I've been hiding from the fates.
But they're always near.

Segregate or merge?
How treat what's likely, or wished,
And what lies between.