the empty hole that is my soul
I'm curious
I want to know
Is this it? The whole show?
this mysteriously labeled precious experience of life
cradle to grave
struggle and strive
fight, fuck, and bleed
all with one hope
contribute a seed
a genetic stain, to carry forward our name
sequential helix strains
in vain
we try, we hold up lights
hopes and dreams, tears and sacrifice
as if there was a right
or wrong choice to make
for a fleck of dust, hurling through space
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