So infinitesimal.
Down to the largest decimal.
I sit in the tub,
Relax under the red light.
Under dark night.
At least the water is warm...
I pause.
I am so thankful...
The water is warm.
Comfort.
But is that the point?
All is relative to one's comfort?
No one man is an island,
Yet can a man be a planet?
It makes sense to the masses,
To the religious,
And money classes.
But not to me.
My prayer is that,
This life learns to make more sense.
Because I'm bored.
And I've had enough of this.
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