Many moons ago I was laid upon the bed
As a newborn, ready for bread
As the light took flight from the electricity
Embarking upon its journey forth
Encompassing me with weightlessness
This feeling of perpetual motion
That inevitably pushes the legs out from the
Cowards and the creeps
That lays waste and barren the
Outer shell of superiority
This light put forth a search
A breath that couldn’t be caught
A race that couldn’t be stopped
The game, it crawled with speed
Catching whirlwinds and storm clouds
By surprise, circling the crows
Harnessing the wild cats
And the future calls forth
And the future comes again
