occidental journey

a label tells us little we need know
and nothing of the things we truly need
we cannot see inherent in the seed
the power that makes it urgently grow
the plant that comes up whether fast or slow
no matter if it's cultigen or weed
cleanses the air at the same rate of speed
without requirement of much fancy show
life gives us little more than a small clue
and hardly any time to make our mark
before the shadow falls upon each name
not much to say before the bill comes due
in the small passage before open dark
we find the whole thing's just another game