I’d have a jar of jelly beans.
Not because I love eating them,
But because they represent me.
They represent the world.
All the diverse colors and aromas
And the different spices and chemicals
Fill up the entire jar.

The jar is the Earth
The longer you take to eat the jelly beans,
The weaker and more cracked the jar becomes.
The more you open and close the jar,
The looser the lid becomes.
The more we damage and exploit the Earth,
The more resources we lose day by day.
The warmer the Earth,
The sooner we’ll be donating
The ice in our refrigerators
To the ice caps in Antarctica
And the more fiction the story of The Titanic will be.

The jelly beans are the people.
The more beans you eat,
The less there are.
The higher the death rate,
The more class and tradition we lose every second.
Every three seconds
Someone dies of poverty or malnutrition.
To think that we come home to a kitchen
While others are ravenous and scavenging
For a piece of bread
That we don’t even think twice about...
But some lives are more fortunate than others,
Just like some flavors are better than others.
And while people are dying,
Others are being born.
And although we lose classic flavors,
They come out with new ones.

So yeah,
You might think it’s silly
To keep jelly beans in a bag
But if you think about it,
What are we?
We’re semi-specks in the universe.
We’re part of trillions and trillions of other particles,
So who cares if someone is just a little crazier,
And wants to keep a jar of jelly beans in her bag?