the world is spinning,
the sun keeps coming up and going down,
and I am here.
a world full of people tilting lances at imaginary windmills,
imbuing them with character and conditions
rushing at them headlong
only to find themselves running through mist
and nothing more.
people we thought we knew,
pursuits we thought were valuable,
lives we thought worth living.
and forced with the singularity
that is our personality
which, like a movie projector
plays out our innermost thoughts
on everyone around us.
everyone's movies, so different, so personal
the sun is up
the world spins
I am on it
what will I decide to become?