Minimalist expressions of up and down
Point the way to your demise.
Short, broken sentences fill your mind.
Hats, Mats, and Fires die.
You can't tell the difference
Between where, for, art, and thou.
Random capitals and paper plates,
Fans, plans, and tried sands.
You take your sight to full size.
Life takes over.
It flows to the sun
And dries in space.
It is a living, breathing thing.
(Although it has no mind.)
Life controls destiny, but not choice.
As if,by not choice, it is destiny.
Life swings to the beat of the planets.
It swivels like a hazard
And lifts like a noose.
Life is a being,
Just like you and me.
Although it has no friends or enemies,
No Students or lovers,
No Sisters or brothers,
Life wants to be like the rest of us.
But life can't.
It flows throught the galaxies looking for a purpose.
To find a reason why it's still here.
Life wants to know.
Just like us.
Life wants to know why it's being corrupted,
Or damaged, or abused.
Life wants to know why It's rights are being taken.
Just like us.
Life wants to know why it can't sleep at night,
Why it can't think clearly,
Why it can't find enlightenment.
Just like us.
But life doesn't know.
So life keeps going on it's unknown path to somewhere.
And life will keep doing so till the day it dies.
Just like us.
It's good to know that we have so much in common with something so grand.