find meaning in birds I find dead,
in the projects we do,
in the careers we find and reluctantly work,
in the facebook pages and the youtube links,
in the jobs we hate and have only to buy shit we don’t need,
in the children we raise to have rinse and repeat the exact same thing we did,
in the children they have to do the same,
in the cell phones and the texting,
in the death we all lead up to, leaving nothing but a coldt body and a collection of things we can’t even use anymore.
Because all I see is the repetition of this process for thousands of years, the continuation of our instinctive need to reproduce. We eliminate thousands of species every year whose goal is the same. When will it be our turn, and will it matter any less?