nothing i think
really means
anything to you
anymore
does it?

a tree could
drop dozens
of apples on
the ground
but when you
think about it
the ground
never asked
for them
in the first
place

a bug could
tie itself
up in silk
and emerge
years later as
a beautiful creature
but how do
we know
the bug doesn't
feel cheated?

a man could
spend millions
on an
amazing house
filled with
gold and silver
and rugs and
indian patterns
and pleasing
incenses
but he would
still be filled
with pain at
not finding love

i could paint a beautiful painting of you but it would feel so small
i could say a million words about you but still feel like i've said nothing at all