Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

We are mocked by a speck of nature

A micro organism so small 20,000 thousand of them can fit on the head of a pin

We are all just sitting inside our houses and waiting

We are in the waiting game

We don't feel smart there, we don't feel good, the waiting is boring

The boredom just tears your world apart

Were waiting to see wether we live or die, or wether were gonna cry for others

There is always something out there trying to kill you

From a germ, a tornado, a man with a gun, a car crash, earthquake, wild fire, tsunami, or just choking on a hot dog

The roulette wheel of death was always there but just a walk through the grocery store can kill you

I deal with it by sitting on my folding chair throwing a fishing line into the river

There is a peaceful decadence to the river life where I find so much joy

There's nothing I can do but wait.