The authors look at something which fell from empty skies.

"Another god neither you nor I?"

From empty creation is born life from a fly

"The world is filled with empty rewards to you and I"

Merely 1000 views, is all it takes.

"Is the essence of being a author so fickle and fake?"

"Is it like a shallow lake?"

"Murky waters which no one knows how many feet it takes?"

What is the nature of reward?

What worth is a treasure hoard.

What is the nature of pain.

Is it pain if you can enjoy it time and time again?

Is treasure nothing if you have no one to spend

Love and hate are together to the end?