It's not about me

Sometimes I see that none of it's about me
That I'm just a piece of puzzle
Which stretches from one end of the night sky to the other
An infinitesimal sample of all that is
All that was
And all that ever will be
Death is something we made up
Nothing that is me can be destroyed
Only change, from this into other things
Just as other things became "me"
me me me me me me
A pair of eyes with which the universe looks upon itself
For now at least
Until it decides to slip into another pair
No, the world doesn't hate me
It is me and I am it
As it is, has been, and always will be...

Dammit!

There was a time, a few years ago, when I could post something a few times a week, consistently. Now... well, let's just say I don't and leave it at that. I dunno... it's like something is dead inside of me. The part that wanted to express myself.

"But existing's basically all I do!" - Phillip J Fry