a curved mark has summed up the existence of myself
but not only of myself but also that of my peers.
it, a winding roller coaster with ample amounts of seats
has harbored both intelligence, common sense, and utter stupidity.
often the end, however rarely seen in it's true identity, the beginning
this glamorous yet disgusting object has claimed the souls
of all, no matter their composition or genetic make-up
when leaving us doomed we are blind to see it's giving nature,
get to move with it, lightweight it travels, but always
waits at home for us. just a dot in time, but
without it. no us, I, we, and most important, them.