we're all just robots

programmed by

natures genetic code



We hope

we despair

because of the way

we've been programmed



Genes and randomness

that's all there is

and none of it matters



I have no,

inner desire.



I pictured you,

as an explosion, in the sky.

You burst off for a moment,

then you die



But that's beyond my control,

really, it makes no difference.