Due to...
The meaning of life?
To study , succeed and multiply?
A simple fraction beyond,
The day of the castaway would have dawned..
Rendering a soul helpless
In an adventure that is hapless
Seeds are we,
planted in pedantic rows
Fools are we,
to bear fruits for the farmer
Shrewd is he ,
for the tool does he possess,
To sculpt us and corrupt us,
With heartless thoughts to spare.
Hopeful of the seeds to come
To turn it all around
We wait for that day to come,
But now- A tree have i become!
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