She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
Passerby contribute to my well being
It warms the cockles of my sooty heart
Catching wild wallets, harvesting random rings
Keeping the richest, releasing the too poor
People might think I’m a thief
Only they couldn’t be farther from the truth
Culling the slow and the dull from their possessions
Karma dictates I do my part for the universe
Entrusting me to mete out cosmic balance
To add to my bank balance