An Objective Shrug toward Entropy


Let them have it they say 
Those who color their words 
with lazy hate

While we take the other road
seen as too high or too low 
lost somewhere in between

And when they have it all 
heads above clouds
and stars below 

They'll find it's not so 
when we're all the same 
and no one is there  

to look up or prey
when we're all
lookin down