There's crumbs, all over my computer, all over my pants, all over Me Entropy, the natural state is it? Humans attempting to force the unnatural? The little graham ******* crumbs, nothing keeping them together anymore But still, each individual crumb upon my lap houses millions of billions of trillions of Individual pieces, that house And so on and So forth Till you get to atoms And eventually, quarks
But, is it worth, Looking, thinking, so infinitesimally small When, We've got bigger matters on our plate? Things so large, red, and shiny, that they take up all the space Except the little cracks that we miss, Forget, Or don't care about altogether
Because we've got bigger fish to fry
Right? But then, If we always keep chasing the dragon, Won't we miss the shooting star lighting up the sky for just a moment?
As I was writing this I found multiple surprisings interpretations. That's why I gave it that title, it's filled with meaning yet a random mess at the same time.