Grist for the Mill/My Shot
by djones_wit
Sun and moon
Flower and bloom
This is a cartoon
But also in tune
With reality
The stream flowing freely
Merrily, dreamily
The me flowing me-ly
Mealy
Milly
We are Grist for the Mill
That’s the gist, I’m just a shill
In the mist, I don’t shoot to kill
I aim my arrow with love
To heal, I wield this skill
And I point my pistol high into the sky
I will throw away my shot
Again and again
So that others know where to aim
I am but a photon blasting into and out of the sun
I am all and I am one
Just begun, yet fully spun
Not just having fun, I am become