Why are we the ones in one hundreds?
Why is our reality render asunder, split in halves or blended sunless.
Why you, why me? Don’t we have better places to be?
I could be a sunbeam and light up the world, but someone stole my sun and said he was my master and I had none.
I could be the tree of life itself, but trees get old, cut down and turned into shelf’s.
So here we are back where I started one in one hundred till one day departed.
D March 2019