Where does something start and everything else begin?
Do we literally matter because we cover space,
Or is the definition just another coincidence?
If no thoughts are original, where is the source that plants
The seeds cultivating genius concepts
We can’t even begin to comprehend?
Are we happy, or do we pretend to be?
Do we love, or are we afraid to be alone?
This, and many other things I meditate over
Even as I do something as simple as brushing my teeth.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: Ren-Li