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What is this life and light among the dark
A universe flooded with oceans and stars
Questions float among them
Eternally unanswered or so I assume
Count them running
Count them, please won’t you
I ran, legs and lungs burning
Only to realize no END is near
Self- fulfilled prophecy don’t you see
Count them running
Please won’t you count them
There is a dark, sticky serpent
That winds and entwines all life
Entangled among a rope of twinkling lights
Energy with a purpose or so it seems
Count them running
Count them, won’t you please
Sweeney Todd
In these times
In these times no on bothers to search for the truth of who they are
People hoard and cram their “stuff” into every orifice they can;
to fill them selves with plastic and every new gadget and push out what’s really on the
inside.
In these times there is no magic, and wonder is replaced with force fed facts or fallacies.
Perhaps it was better when we didn’t think we knew it all in this age of information.
