When the world has an itch.

when the world has an itch. by . T Rathel            After the tsunamic waves have crashed, and settled back into the sea.                      This  desolate world is now what you do not know, or what it used to be.
You see rubels of clutter from self-centered busy bees.
And death upon this playing field which brought to living to their knees.
You thought you were gods living in the world of make believe.
Which only deception, was brought on by our deception, and it was us that we deceive.
Tiny ticks of time is all we are in this vast and expanding universe.
So look from within is were you should begin if you want a second life to converse.