Click and it's gone
something switches you off
turning you on
click and it's gone.

When the spark fails to spark and
the dark is a place that you face,
turning you on while
switching you off there's a forward
momentum,
in a moment
confusion and the
world is illusion,
click and it's gone.

The finite resource
this intimate ******* with
nature
is infinite,
but of course cut short by
the click and it's gone.

If I waste a little of each day
it's okay,
time flies to catch up with me and
here is where melancholy kicks in, but
click and it's gone,
life carries on
carrying me until eternity
throws the switch.