Content with the contents of us

standing together on top of a hill

more so, seems like a landfill

the hill is made of all we know

scattering the fill in front of our feet

paving our roads as on we go

covering everything, how so

if there's a hole, we fill

and if there's a mountain, nevertheless, we will,

still drag along the fill

powerless to make it non-existent

fill following you, that persistent

never be able to stay on spot

let the feet draw their own dots

never cease, fill, and find your place

try it, but you'll never get lost

the road under your feet, is embossed

be careful with your fill but thrilled

even when non-skilled

a lot of hearts could be fulfilled

-Velvet