The way I see it

it’s round and blue

a big ball held by gravity

in the curve of space

bending around its mass

heavy and light


The way I see it

all that life gets messy

multiplies and divides

moves in and takes over

a constant battle for a small

corner of the blue ball


The way I see it

if we stop fighting

this battle you and me

others might see us stop

wonder what we are doing

how we will continue

they might notice how much

more relaxed we are we

seem happier even


maybe they’ll try a truce or ten

of their own, we could alter

a course of history


But that’s just my view