Be but vapor,
whilst you tether yourself to this,
cent.
Be you nothing,
within such an existence.
For,
be you but,
a dog barking in the rain.
As,
one constantly screams towards a universe,
that shall never know,
it's name.
Oh,
to be,
this,
self important being.
To be,
this being which seems,
to mimick,
that of these,
one presently sees.
That,
of mind,
less inclined,
to consume nothing,
as oppose to,
everything.
That,
of the gluttonous being.
"Oh,
he need be ambitious."
"Need conquer."
"Need win."
"For,
this man,
shall seek to create,
existence."
Oh,
how silly,
to hear such sound.
As if,
man created,
man.
As if,
within such,
the ability to truly create,
an external existence.
One,
forever tethered to,
that of nature.
One,
absent the ability,
to simply cease.
One,
tethered to the sun,
as each beam,
alters everything.
Be you,
I,
everything?
If,
absent external realities?
Be,
Human,
if seen,
truly?
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