To place a label on something is to understand it,
To have a place to put an idea, object, or thought,
But all things are always changing; entropy, evolution,
So a label is a mere snapshot; the near past, soon gone,
So the label ends meaningless; limited, small, and finite,
To know something is to only know yourself in it.
To think of universals are arrogant, fleeting, grasping, yearning.
Give up your delusions of legacy, they’re already gone too.
Now you understand labels– just your yearning to carve your name.
Silly meat puppet.