Dimensional, it a sphere.

There is a circle
dimensional
it is a sphere
afloat out there
other bodies drifted
their hearts haven’t came in
the sun hasn’t reached
hasn’t brought warmth
and the life isn’t.

That sphere out there
living in life
striving as it falls
as it misses
and the minds upon it
are thinking
how do we escape it?

Could they bring closer
the other rocks
chisel them with machines
would our minds
destroy that of what we created
probably
maybe not
I don’t know.

Here on this sphere
we fight for life to be born
we beg for each to get a breath
and when their minds are hurt
and their thoughts are billions
and they can’t center
and they can’t focus
we pop the pills
we scream to surrender
and we miss all their warnings
because once a life is produced
it’s for itself to tend to.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina