Searching for mother
Searching for “I”
Reaching to recover
Touching the sky

A pool full of circles
Implanted memory
Can’t tell what the work is
Everything’s sensory

Someone planted the seeds
So the sun you could kiss
But the roots were disfigured-
You’re not immune to this

Drafting the blueprint
Grasping the meaning
Don’t look at the fine print
While the stars are gleaming

Searching for “I”
Searching for mother
Reaching for the prize
Touch blue and hover