Maybe you don't have any hands
two eyes a nose a mouth
a color a different shape
an anxious beating heart.
You follow me with your ten children
squawking on the lawn for food
I heard you buzzing around
shouting high in the sky
blathering in the deserts.
Life is equal to itself
with the only mission to live
whatever it is wherever it is
as old as the stars
regardless of good and evil.
