The red queen problem

Isn’t that you run in place

It’s someone else runs.

From this spot it feelsLike the sea is infinite.Like the sea is life.

Living there is not

life here. We must choose a place.

Give up to get us.

Here you only hear

wind from this proud city of

cries, screams, shouts, and wails.

Butter slides slowlyAcross my morning flapjackGolden as the sun

Climb above the clouds

The moon can no longer hide

We hide together.

The waves here are slow

Constant like my tireless heart

After a dark night

The chicken at the top

Can’t understand what he does

To bottom chickens