Mutualism
One hundred thousand sun rises these eyes have seen,
a thousand days with nothing going on in between /
there comes a time
where time becomes irrelevant
hatred becomes prevalent
cultural differences become
surprising similarities /
where am i
asked someone stuck in place on this greenish blue
looking thing falling through space /
not an answer for lightyears so
with a reassuring nod he mustered
up his faith
screamed at the stars
“what now god?!” A smile
came across his cheeks
a foul move was his next
as he started counting
seconds,
minutes,
sheep,
and weeks.
Started putting things together that had no value and
attempted to make them valuable, he wrapped this
with paper
atop it was a ribboned bow / he died and left his curse to
his son as the seed that he had sown his son out
of confusion died from the first anxiety attack
from counting to infinity and all the way back /
numbers never did any persona any good it was all about that
first question, what do i do with my life?? One
generation stopped counting and restarted
amounting valuable
communities . /
