So hard to find.
No one will say so,
But we are on the very edge of extinction.
My days are
Are j'our days as dull?
J'ou, with j'our amazing ship and plentiful water?
(If Lyric is right)
J'ou control that big craft!
J'ou have plenty to drink and eat.
I imagine j'ou live a story.
I live no story.
I work at the fields, planting or harvesting.
Sometimes I may have time observe things.
Unless I must work those soil toxicity calculations.
The yield, the yield!
That is my life, my 'story.'
I have no special ship.
I cannot drink until I am not thirsty.
Am I jealous?
But I suppose it could be a blessing
To watch such intriguing creatures.