Movement and everything falls.
Like a giant floor just giving way.
Somethings lighter, somethings heavier.
Much flammable.
With the right dust and pressures increase things go boom.
Birthing heavier elements.
Over and over, while forever falling.
Mass swirling around each other.
Colliding and bringing new.
With enough time and enough mixing
your left with somethings quite amazing
for a while
the jumble which we call life is never over.
we are past, present and future
a collision or explosion away from total annihilation.
with the fireworks we call our night sky
the true high def reality tv,
could you imagine if Sol went nova?
the human race is nothing but bugs without any common sense
we are not mature enough to even comprehend our disaster
the lack of cooperation which could save our species is to busy dividing each other.
Taken for granted, making our lives worthless.
Sometimes its the obvious, movement and everything falls.