Oh, what I would give to be nine and benign Because as I grow older the flow of concepts grows heavier And swirls around me rapidly Creating a whirlpool I can feel the world pull In the gravity of ideas Given weight by words That brings down birds
We look up only to see Jupiter And we live on the Earth's back Weighed down like mules by it's presence Carrying conflicting considerations Ideas inflicting incineration
The rain precipitating from the clouds in our minds Develops a lofty humidity within humanity And the leaves on the trees point downward Erecting walls To trap us in our gravity garrison Plotting ways to crush each other Time becomes the most effective method As we wait to weigh down wanderers With a point of view In our gravitational pull To make them our mule Carrying our concepts To strengthen our impact on the maelstrom
As our brain gets bolder The water gets colder But this ocean keeps spinning Keeping the frigid water from freezing And the gravity of what we think Is the gravity that makes us sink
From concept cradle to gravity grave Tranquil transcendence is what we crave