I wrote a book and labeled it love No one bought it I wrote a next one and labeled it How to love And it sold out No extras no one piece And then I knew it I found and discovered it We aren’t a specie that needs to know anything We just want to know how about everything And ironically it’s sadly the same thing But what can immortality do, to persuade truth I have made decisions and I have loved with them But never have I reaped from them And that’s a seed that I won’t plant again But then society is heard And maybe I’m back to planting Spending fruitful years on infertile land