Unknown Simulation

 Unknown Simulation

I woke up,

From a bed that I never made,

With the feet that my genetics gave,

On a house that somebody made,

In the world that Big Bang gave.

Then I approach the desk,

That was formed of a tree,

Which I never grew

Yet gave up its life

Unwillingly painfully.

I touch the can,

Which the factory produced,

To get the paste and brush

Invented by somebody else,

For cleaning the teeth

That hormones made.

I get the tap, 

Which was fit not by me.

Out the water oozed,

That came from the Himalayas,

Formed by geology,

For a greater biology.

Henceforth goes this morning

Which the rays of sun introduced

To this face of mine,

That cherished the illuminating mine.

At the end,

It’s the paper in the purse,

And Nature’s purpose

That got me this life.

It’s ten thirty now,

I take a bow,

Towards this vow,

A four lettered word

That binds us all.