Nature Neither Gives Nor Expects Mercy.

Happiness Doesn't Require Laughter, Only Well-being And A Sense That The World Is Breaking Someone Else's Heart, Not Mine.

After All, Coffee Is Bitter, A Flavor From The Forbidden And Dangerous Realm.

A Poem Records Emotions And Moods That Lie Beyond Normal Language, That Can Only Be Patched Together And Hinted At Metaphorically.

For If I Do Something, I Never Do It Thoughtlessly.

I'm Sure Civilizations Will Still Evolve Through Play, Or Rather As Play, Since That Seems To Be A Fundamental Mechanism Of Our Humanity.