Think of the world as a washing machine.
You and I, we are the clothes being washed.
Tumbling and tumbling,
Our society reigns.
Frothing and flooding,
Our lives begin.
At this point and time,
We are soft and stubby.
Outside influence and some pressure,
Will cause us to cave in and submit.
What greater force is there?
Is there a God?
Or is it just science?
These questions we ask.
Is he a man?
Woman?
Transgender?
What is it?
When things rise up,
It will eventually fall apart.
This is equilibrium,
Things must even out.
Erratic Behaviour
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