Bill Hicks once said, “It's just a ride,”
We take seat on a marble,
rolling on the dipping hillside of an otherwise tightly pulled sheet,
Unlike others marbles,
the molecules inside ours can breathe, eat, sleep, and think,
It's a blessing and a curse,
To jam between our ears, the vastness of the known universe,
Still, we figure out how to magician in a handkerchief of possibilities,
In case Eureka! we find the one that unties the knots of our anxieties,
Uncertainties unify our urge to feel larger than a speck on a meandering mote,
Yet some try to find meaning by thinking of our mote as their own little boat,
Starting wars, provoking winds, in attempt to control the world's sails,
But we're in this together, they'll have to k** us all before they prevail,
And If they do, they'll be all alone,
Is it victorious to stand on 7 billion bodies and call that place home?
Like a roller-coaster, life only lasts so long,
Before you have to get off and move on,
And when you do, it won't disappear,
Hop back on when the line let's you near,
It's just a ride,
There's no need to build castles, to k** and hide,
We can't dodge an illusive scythe,
Life breeds d**h and d**h breeds life.