About fifty million years ago I held a small pink light.
I watched as it circled out of my hands and went out loose into the night.
Breaking all the barriers and lighting up the day more bright
Rivaling the sun 'round which Earth turns and making wrong turn right.

I left the place where I stood to come down for a bit.
The lazy feeling I am smothered in is causing me to get
Further and further away from the light and now, forgotten, it
Is dimming somewhere waiting for my return and knows not where I sit.

Whenever revelation comes back to my consciousness
I shall be reunited with that luminous
Orb of love and light and complete, utter goodness
Until then, I stay alive I guess.