We're all just zeros and ones
on a mailing list somewhere
we signed up for
on a whim
Waiting for days to pass
into darkness and oblivion
because who knows
if we matter
in the grand scheme of things
Against this background
of wars and weather change
we fight battles with paperwork
who's turn it was
to load the dishwasher
Who would notice
if we disappeared
lost in the wilderness
A Poem a Day: Monday Mood
