A rhyme isn’t Time but
A thyme
On the meal of time
Rhyming
As the trying wheel of time
Ticks and tocks and locks the doors to nothing more.
Taking a bite on the byte, hoping to moor,
On the pier of data that we see.
Rhyming
See what I see.
Sighing.
Seeing no more. A little piece of thyme, on the meal of time, riding the packets of data to shore.

Sometimes, I wonder.
And I wander among the stars that started
And started, the bang that boomed
Us into existence.
To exist and to wonder.
Maybe even wander the stars
That made us so.
To discover in wonder, such things to see
Me? Us? Them? We?
Aren’t we all just wondering?
Wandering all the paths that leads us wanting.
To want is to need, causing us to wander
Back to our beginning.
Sometimes, I wonder.

What can go wrong?
Right. Wrong. Good. Bad. Everything is relative.
One thing is relatively better or worse than the other.
Thievery is not as bad as ******, and genocide is worse than single ******.
Killing one person to save five, ten, twenty people is justifiable versus doing nothing as five, ten, twenty people suffer.
Indifference is nothing. Nothing is indifference.
Watching another suffer while feeling nothing.
Is that wrong?
Or is that simple humanity?