We lost our ball of yarn at birth
the bread crumbs are all gone
we were tossed into the raging sea
black, thick, and malevolent
and all too self aware
the waves thrashed us again and again
blasts of lightning stab the horizon
the fury of the Gods
as riptides pull us in all directions
we beat our arms
and receive no guidance
some of us drown
our lungs filling with a cold void
some of us get caught in large nets
we are dragged on board squinting and mad
we are mistaken for fish
because we gasp for air
the rest of us wash up
on trash islands
and rocky crags
ruins of civilization
crumble around us
the earth bone dry
we wash up and form colonies
or are accepted
by the local cannibals
we are driven mad
by the knowledge
that one day we must return
to the welcoming clutches of the sea
we paint scenes depicting the glory
and struggles of the legendary human
with hopes that one will catch a draft of hot air
and will carry us off into the clouds
but until then
we wander a dead globe