Swirl round, float, flutter,
Then find the light.
My own force searching
Knocks me back away.
Filled only with more questions,
I pace and stare.
Again I dive forward
Into the mystery,
And fall back once more befuddled.
"Is this all there is?
Will I ever know
For what i search?"
Still glowing me down,
My question floats above me.
Finally with all I am I strike.
As I understand it consumes me,
And I am no more.
Light bulb!
How am I to say
I am any different?
As I look at the sun
I wonder how it's there,
I'm reminded that
what gives me life
burns through my air.
The color of life is
only shown by light,
Proving to men
minds are meant to bend.
Shift, alter, change, arrange
Swirl round, float, flutter
we are all the same.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Swirl round, float, flutter,
Then find the light.
My own force searching
Knocks me back away.
Filled only with more questions,
I pace and stare.
Again I dive forward
Into the mystery,
And fall back once more befuddled.
"Is this all there is?
Will I ever know
For what i search?"
Still glowing me down,
My question floats above me.
Finally with all I am I strike.
As I understand it consumes me,
And I am no more.
Light bulb!
How am I to say
I am any different?
As I look at the sun
I wonder how it's there,
I'm reminded that
what gives me life
burns through my air.
The color of life is
only shown by light,
Proving to men
minds are meant to bend.
Shift, alter, change, arrange
Swirl round, float, flutter
we are all the same.
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