A homeless man is sleeping happily
On his tiny space
As if he thinks he hit the bottom finally
In this vast universe.
Would he know tomorrow
A homeless bully will take his space
So he will be pushed to the lower row?
Then he won’t be sure if he is at the bottom place.
If he got shot and goes to Hell
He would still think of a place worse than Hell.
This universe has no bottom.
Then why are we talking about the bottom?
Because we have an illusion
That we are falling, falling and
Falling further and further…
Hoping we hit the bottom eventually.