Develop.

Tumbleweeds.


Dust,
in wind.


Surely you were bound to be like them,
those who came at last, tired yet never-worried.

With dirt on hands, and cold looks, and sweating.

Surely you were effortless, but we spin and we sweat, and we go out of our way for you, but you concocted this, now finish it.


How come you chose money over this?