Making Robots

Some nights, before I go to bed

I stare at the stars and wonder...

I wonder, about things like if we're all

on a rock spinning, 

and eating, 

and sleeping, 

and breathing, 

and crying, 

and sitting, 

and laughing, 

and living, 

and dying.

Some nights, before I go to bed

I stare at the stars and wonder...

I wonder, about things like if we're on 

a rock spinning

and moving,

and honing,

and making,

improving,

and innovating

exploring

connecting,

making robots

and destroying. 

Some nights I know why "they" never

Find us, and wonder if they

wondered, about things like if we're on

a rock spinning

and eating, 

and sleeping, 

and breathing, 

and crying, 

and sitting, 

and laughing, 

and living, 

and dying...