Have you given up already?

Have I?

Ask yourself,

Ask me?

Why I'd hardly dare,

What is worth fighting for? Worth dying for?

Causes? Bah!

Too many, too many,

Too little, too few

Complaints, people, things

Run the world in the ground, we will,

What ground? No ground outside the world.

World's end and beyond we travel.

Is this a poem?


Just some musings of my

Vast and tiny mind.