• I think Im a cell,
    But no one can tell,
    They're eyes are too deep in they're head.
    I work for the greater body,
    and try to keep it from rotting,
    everyone else, would rather watch T.V. instead.
    Its not that they don't work too,
    they may work harder then i'll ever do,
    they just don't clearly understand.
    That they work for the cancer,
    even though they think its the answer,
    in the palm of mother earths hand.

    For instance:
    the cells in my foot,
    aren't sure why they're put,
    there to do the things my foot decrees.
    Ignorantly they work together,
    like a congress whom thinks they're so clever,
    Forming a cosmic intelligence so irrationally.

    But what do i know? Im only a cell.
    Maybe the earth was just beautifully craft and put upon a shelf.
    Regarless,
    Its easy to see,
    the earth is indeed,
    One small ignorant cell herself.