Life’s a hula-hoop, what goes around comes back around…
you don’t need to alter to move, you don’t need to walk away to move on.
Some go as far as half way across the sphere and remain right
where they were shattered to smithereens, some go and leave their hearts behind.
Even at constant, things change. You may mean nothing to somebody at the moment
but what if I tell you rumour has it that someday you might be everything
Even scientists claim Mother Nature was once nothing, and from nonentity ensued the big bang…
I used to dispute this theory so much so bad…but now I realize nothing’ll ever be more true…
someday a big bang is going to happen in a heart of the very person
to whom you are but an oblivious void of transparent obstruction and
a consequent profound alteration…You’ll turn out to be their cosmos,
the stratum of your mouth will be a vista they wish to osculate,
the glow of your lips a dawn they crave in the chilly twilight of their solitude
and your eyes will sparkle like the stars in the sky of the future they dream about…
They’ll stutter in chills for you’ll be so cool, an ice age they’ll wish they’d skied through
while they had the chance, yet again a supernatural cause of global warming,
so hot that they’ll sweat, by radiation the gamma rays of hot passion will pierce
through the weak walls of their hitherto frozen hearts and as a result,
the tectonic plates holding their souls will release, and consequently
a quake of an unimaginable magnitude will send them head over hills.
As if that’s not enough, a labyrinthine volcano will erupt at the peak of their pride,
the “Lover” will flow with them back down to earth, residual effects will be felt even when miles away…
On the wind ward side of a resultant Everest of regret, up the skies of their eyes
will linger copious clouds of grief and everyday it will rain.
The crop of their esteem will be washed in the flood of the moment
And in hunger they’ll ravenously gobble their words,
Get on their knees and ask you to be their rainbow…
