Terrarium
poem by:
E.J. Waling
Written
on Nov 04, 2016
We Live in a terrarium.. With our lives we scurry around like little ants. We run to the store. We run to the Dentist. We run to pick up the children. We run to our jobs. Every day pretty much like the rest. Some hold out their chest as if they’re important. Others think they rule the world, but it’s just a tiny terrarium.
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