FOREVER

Why do we want forever when nothing is forever? People have been dying my whole life. I used to feel like I had a future. But what future? Everything is temporal. The dying never stops. Before we can get better, someone else gets worse and multitudes die. I can't reach up past my high-chair to see what this is all about. Everyone is hovering over me. Big tall giants who walk around making a lot of noise. So I start banging my fist to get someone's attention. Anyone's. They just make funny noises and faces at me--ah BOO boo boo--ah BOO boo boo.

ah BOO boo boo--ah BOO boo boo. Years have passed. And nothing changes.