In front of me?
To my left?
How about my right?
What have I to live for?
When all I do is look
For love and find nothing
I can't remember the last time my help was needed
When I mattered
Little has happened to me
That's the problem
No one loved me
Hated me
Asked for my help
Ive no motivation
To live or to die
For a cause
Or for someone
I need a reason
Anything just one
To keep me going
But at this rate
I will be forgotten
Till I am nothing

Each one matters,
but which count?
tis in this our beings are found,

Each day we make thousands of them,
but we only remember a few,
the rest follow the lead of the crew,

One after the other they seem to ball,
but lacking specific order,
nature without regard for how small,

Marilu can remember them all,
but what proof hath she brought?
outside of the hex's superior recall,

She might argue decisiveness,
but not within her realm,
a sanity lost in sticky eidetic tales,

So many facts in her head,
but what is the main entry?
system's require a classification method,

A selective bias helps with her choice,
but what is her reward?
Either maximize payoff or minimize toil.