I have my family
You have yours
Soon we shall go our seperate ways
Fulfilling duties
And
Surviving whatever this world throws at us.
We will be ordinary once more
Just some meats fated to stop one day
A footnote in a confusing narrative
But that's for later,
Right now we're bonding in the oldest language of all: Silence.
We are unaware.
And
Unbothered.
