sometimes, I wonder why the hell i do things

Life force

Little girl, little girl

Just beyond your reach

A world hangs.

And yet every time you reach for it,

It sifts through fingers like sand.

You must add your spit to that sand,

Pack it together in a large wet clump.

To create that spit, you must learn.

You must learn you alphabet,

You must learn spelling, you must learn

Grammar, phonics, math, algebra, geometry,

Calculus, complex conjugate equation, biology,

Chemistry, polyatomic ions, history for every

Country in the world before you can ever

Begin comprehends what is in that spit.

Slowly, surely, though,you will learn,

You will learn, and think, and see,

And when you can feel

the life force humming all around you.

Flowing, ebbing, crashing, rushing, singing, you will feel it.

When you do, it will be time.

Time for you to face what lies beyond this

utterly insignificant little blue green planet

Hanging like an electron in this vast universe of space

It will be time for you to enter a new world, per say.

You will wake up and feel as if you have just had

a very long, satisfying rest, only to find me

staring you in the face once again. Leading you

to some unknown place. For I am Death,

and I have come to guide you into the next adventure