It all withers in time. It all breaks and needs mending hands. Imperfect time limited hands. Always working. Always toiling. Always trying and failing. Always ruining something by accident. How can u do more than harm to this world when I require harm to exist, and still yet have a horrible time.
Is there worth? I'm not sure. But if there were, could i meet the measure? Couldn't anyone see this?
Does it matter. Do I matter.
Why.
